tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70156515931789851562020-05-01T10:42:53.433-07:00DUNHAVEN PLACEHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.comBlogger595125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-61246558918080779892018-08-06T17:33:00.001-07:002018-08-06T17:33:59.432-07:00A Day (or two) In Inverness Scotland of OUTLANDER Fame (As in Jamie and Claire were here) (And Poor Frank)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxw_fInxsxs/W2jWnQXSLsI/AAAAAAAAMKI/Ff6lcrvSX0E1SYMllj_6VKHFspph_r5XACLcBGAs/s1600/IG%2Binverness%2B21_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1523" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxw_fInxsxs/W2jWnQXSLsI/AAAAAAAAMKI/Ff6lcrvSX0E1SYMllj_6VKHFspph_r5XACLcBGAs/s640/IG%2Binverness%2B21_edited-1.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Inverness. Scotland. (I clarify because there is an Inverness, California which is not far from where I live. It's a lovely place, too.)&nbsp; It's been three years since I visited with my daughter and I am finally blogging about it. (Do not let this color your opinion as to it's charms--I highly recommend it even if I waited 36 months to tell you so.)&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were nearing the end of our second back-to-back coach tour (the first was to England--scroll down for numerous blog posts about said trip) when we arrived here, Inverness, Gateway to the Highlands and City of Colossal Interest to hundreds of thousands of Jamie/Claire/Outlander fans.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_f8wEuOGu4/W2jWpeFqrzI/AAAAAAAAMKM/I8wevZfmhLsPLO6QigHqgElsNaOniz_CgCLcBGAs/s1600/Inverness%2B1%2Bheading%2Btowards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="1104" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_f8wEuOGu4/W2jWpeFqrzI/AAAAAAAAMKM/I8wevZfmhLsPLO6QigHqgElsNaOniz_CgCLcBGAs/s640/Inverness%2B1%2Bheading%2Btowards.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the gorgeous scenery between Glamis Castle (see last post) and Inverness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHrTcWYR5NU/W2jWseQr57I/AAAAAAAAMKQ/9gdTWcgLAIgqR3LSd7tgJbNwySkLKaP0gCLcBGAs/s1600/inverness%2B2%2Bheading%2Btowards_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHrTcWYR5NU/W2jWseQr57I/AAAAAAAAMKQ/9gdTWcgLAIgqR3LSd7tgJbNwySkLKaP0gCLcBGAs/s640/inverness%2B2%2Bheading%2Btowards_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv_rpa8PIgc/W2jWwQEdciI/AAAAAAAAMKU/LK2vBmhV3EwCT4iMREh3LjK3GIZRN2NMACLcBGAs/s1600/inverness%2B6%2Bthrough%2Bcoach%2Bwindow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1219" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv_rpa8PIgc/W2jWwQEdciI/AAAAAAAAMKU/LK2vBmhV3EwCT4iMREh3LjK3GIZRN2NMACLcBGAs/s640/inverness%2B6%2Bthrough%2Bcoach%2Bwindow.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Treasures spotted through the coach window.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3-2ym7uB-o/W2jWzYS9zsI/AAAAAAAAMKc/pZ9SuxZt0lAnYA9a6Xaxje8Pvu4d7gjEQCLcBGAs/s1600/inverness%2B8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="861" data-original-width="1600" height="344" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3-2ym7uB-o/W2jWzYS9zsI/AAAAAAAAMKc/pZ9SuxZt0lAnYA9a6Xaxje8Pvu4d7gjEQCLcBGAs/s640/inverness%2B8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The River Ness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr04Q-oqkkI/W2jW5Ei1eSI/AAAAAAAAMKk/iDlhLqfSl9IRmenS0bAh7PBfr0qdEFerQCLcBGAs/s1600/inverness%2B19%2Bthe%2Bcastle%2Bor%2Bmaybe%2Bpalace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr04Q-oqkkI/W2jW5Ei1eSI/AAAAAAAAMKk/iDlhLqfSl9IRmenS0bAh7PBfr0qdEFerQCLcBGAs/s640/inverness%2B19%2Bthe%2Bcastle%2Bor%2Bmaybe%2Bpalace.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Inverness Palace--directly across the river from our hotel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LX_VTAJDvgA/W2Y9uYFMueI/AAAAAAAAMA4/jNM4b5c6Tf80wxaI2yT5IwCjDYoV4fc3QCEwYBhgL/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1216" data-original-width="1600" height="486" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LX_VTAJDvgA/W2Y9uYFMueI/AAAAAAAAMA4/jNM4b5c6Tf80wxaI2yT5IwCjDYoV4fc3QCEwYBhgL/s640/a%2Binverness%2B2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwdGXk9v0fk/W2jXcWDu3nI/AAAAAAAAMLo/5gEVCteI-vAYKAa-B1UWeY9ZgOgpfftKgCEwYBhgL/s1600/inverness%2B18%2Bour%2Bhotel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1197" data-original-width="1600" height="478" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwdGXk9v0fk/W2jXcWDu3nI/AAAAAAAAMLo/5gEVCteI-vAYKAa-B1UWeY9ZgOgpfftKgCEwYBhgL/s640/inverness%2B18%2Bour%2Bhotel.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Truly a charming hotel (despite the orange traffic cones).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djH8UzbE-TU/W2Y9iElEIWI/AAAAAAAAMA0/ERlekXe8iHALyVDIytXOv0DAcq8mwICMwCEwYBhgL/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djH8UzbE-TU/W2Y9iElEIWI/AAAAAAAAMA0/ERlekXe8iHALyVDIytXOv0DAcq8mwICMwCEwYBhgL/s640/a%2Binverness%2B1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Inverness Palace Hotel is a Victorian-era building, whereas the one next door is a wee bit older, but we were glad to have the mod cons (modern conveniences, not to be confused with rom com, pithy for romantic comedy).&nbsp; Once we settled in, we headed out immediately to see the sights.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2brZJGt0SnA/W2ZDW7oZVUI/AAAAAAAAMBE/sedzjWOVJjUcR9NdmDV6MZOI1kqZFS7RQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1186" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2brZJGt0SnA/W2ZDW7oZVUI/AAAAAAAAMBE/sedzjWOVJjUcR9NdmDV6MZOI1kqZFS7RQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B3.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arOLFcoIAI8/W2ZDXgeTcsI/AAAAAAAAMBM/Xns7ZlY3lrgN4NZU-o6cjuVI4cOCTLtywCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="896" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arOLFcoIAI8/W2ZDXgeTcsI/AAAAAAAAMBM/Xns7ZlY3lrgN4NZU-o6cjuVI4cOCTLtywCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B5.jpg" width="358" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The glassed-in railing to the right of the church spire borders the outside seating area of a restaurant. To sit and eat and admire that view would be such a treat (why didn't we?) (I can't remember.)&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-JwPi2qwGQ/W2ZDYcZQMYI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/2imjRk1zYCwBkTtIZGUmM7-hmxj0nfbYACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-JwPi2qwGQ/W2ZDYcZQMYI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/2imjRk1zYCwBkTtIZGUmM7-hmxj0nfbYACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B6.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were the usual churches (this one is on Church Lane) and other beauties, but the downtown area of Inverness is not as large as one might suppose. It has a small town feel about it, the sort where the residents all know exactly who are the tourists and who are not.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OruAMzmq_s8/W2ZEOnR0XOI/AAAAAAAAMB0/pIQPxCFNhLUdLr6wipw-VQ6Ow5R03PBhgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B10%2Bheaded%2Bfor%2BLeakeys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1023" data-original-width="1600" height="408" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OruAMzmq_s8/W2ZEOnR0XOI/AAAAAAAAMB0/pIQPxCFNhLUdLr6wipw-VQ6Ow5R03PBhgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B10%2Bheaded%2Bfor%2BLeakeys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />As we continued around the (very large) block, we eventually arrived at Leaky's, the world's biggest used book store, one which I had been looking forward to exploring from top to bottom.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh6kbZHQVRY/W2ZEPQhPlvI/AAAAAAAAMB4/-7_Fi6Sx2GsA97s69MN-EcFNaFmFDNFPQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh6kbZHQVRY/W2ZEPQhPlvI/AAAAAAAAMB4/-7_Fi6Sx2GsA97s69MN-EcFNaFmFDNFPQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Bits of poetry are stamped into the sidewalks all around town--this one appeared just outside of Leaky's.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNCHwNazwmY/W2ZEQmAr8yI/AAAAAAAAMB8/ClYd2uI42i4hNhU12qCtbAmxvBEIRTx_gCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B15%2Bleakeys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNCHwNazwmY/W2ZEQmAr8yI/AAAAAAAAMB8/ClYd2uI42i4hNhU12qCtbAmxvBEIRTx_gCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B15%2Bleakeys.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Books! Maps! Prints! Oh my!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDxNGlrgKY8/W2ZRrLONwKI/AAAAAAAAMCU/nqvXQb4u1qsMZjQCZej7XydBhjAlqmJoQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B14%2Bleakeys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1137" data-original-width="1600" height="454" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDxNGlrgKY8/W2ZRrLONwKI/AAAAAAAAMCU/nqvXQb4u1qsMZjQCZej7XydBhjAlqmJoQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B14%2Bleakeys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So. Many. Books.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EOA5xfmvxkc/W2ZRskGAjEI/AAAAAAAAMCY/bukfkn12n-MNfYJWJVZDAleoo-g6BpuzACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B13%2Bleakeys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="1600" height="474" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EOA5xfmvxkc/W2ZRskGAjEI/AAAAAAAAMCY/bukfkn12n-MNfYJWJVZDAleoo-g6BpuzACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B13%2Bleakeys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See those books in the gallery at the top right of the photo? There was no visible way to get to them. I still feel cheated. (CHEATED, I say!) (I could have asked for help but the one employee I saw had his nose in a book and I felt strangely intimidated to disturb him.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZgg2-6TXAs/W2ZRtMqlvxI/AAAAAAAAMCc/_RWHjLtB0lMWLkLwU1zgcl4LI8vl-i81ACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B12%2Bleakeys%2Bbook%2Bstore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1479" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZgg2-6TXAs/W2ZRtMqlvxI/AAAAAAAAMCc/_RWHjLtB0lMWLkLwU1zgcl4LI8vl-i81ACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B12%2Bleakeys%2Bbook%2Bstore.jpg" width="590" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All these books to choose from and guess what I bought? A print. (But it came from a book once upon a time.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc5vTmHVFlY/W2ZRu-kkBgI/AAAAAAAAMCg/3ivUHWxul4wdfxTku4sjKN7LLUjLpOZTwCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B16%2Bleakeys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc5vTmHVFlY/W2ZRu-kkBgI/AAAAAAAAMCg/3ivUHWxul4wdfxTku4sjKN7LLUjLpOZTwCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B16%2Bleakeys.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the problems with so many old books is so much old dust. After fifteen minutes in there, I couldn't stop coughing, so I had to wait for my daughter outside. Is this in any way her fault? I suppose not, especially since she treated me to the entire trip.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQJk-Og54y4/W2jCoh3CdYI/AAAAAAAAMDE/DELfVqyIto84w3jFpYY7qBXO29ijN5MpgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1561" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQJk-Og54y4/W2jCoh3CdYI/AAAAAAAAMDE/DELfVqyIto84w3jFpYY7qBXO29ijN5MpgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B20.jpg" width="624" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A wee (when in Rome) bit down the street, there was a gate between two sections of darling houses. We went through and discovered the graveyard at Old High St. Stephan's. I have two things to say about that. 1) One has to admire a church with such an original name (I love Ireland, but ALL of the churches are named after Mary. All. Of. Them.) 2) This is the first time that it has occured to me that this church is the same one I could have gazed at from the outdoor restaurant. (Three years grants a ton of perspective.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnTHKTkGHEs/W2jCtzNoWII/AAAAAAAAMDM/O3TOUjQAbiQp6l0S7pMk3pqC2d9Y1rYswCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B22%2Bgraveyard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnTHKTkGHEs/W2jCtzNoWII/AAAAAAAAMDM/O3TOUjQAbiQp6l0S7pMk3pqC2d9Y1rYswCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B22%2Bgraveyard.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The church was secondarily named "The Old High Church". I suppose to prevent one from confusing it with the new one. (This one is clearly OLD.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAOZUy809Og/W2jCvgI8ZnI/AAAAAAAAMDU/AjLzERNU77IURPW2gngiqB0XL0CVH7uIgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAOZUy809Og/W2jCvgI8ZnI/AAAAAAAAMDU/AjLzERNU77IURPW2gngiqB0XL0CVH7uIgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B24.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPdUZepePIg/W2jErGTBkjI/AAAAAAAAMD0/_ap7rHN_ZKkvnl8NIE2cft4aGLqTxo-4ACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1262" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPdUZepePIg/W2jErGTBkjI/AAAAAAAAMD0/_ap7rHN_ZKkvnl8NIE2cft4aGLqTxo-4ACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B25.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is certainly not news to those who have read my other travel blog posts, but I ADORE green and mellow stone together, which makes cemeteries and graveyards favorites of mine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBvaQaW3kok/W2jExkF21xI/AAAAAAAAMEA/Qf5aXfvSZscgL0pFb1K7zeRNSTJiZn9nACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1357" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBvaQaW3kok/W2jExkF21xI/AAAAAAAAMEA/Qf5aXfvSZscgL0pFb1K7zeRNSTJiZn9nACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B28.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Gray and white and green. It's so Joanna Gaines.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4oktcP-pUbo/W2jE39JpK0I/AAAAAAAAMEQ/GzRwupM0tMoKgJaqHZ_3AwtbRwwve_hvgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1089" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4oktcP-pUbo/W2jE39JpK0I/AAAAAAAAMEQ/GzRwupM0tMoKgJaqHZ_3AwtbRwwve_hvgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B32.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also love shapely tombstones. They have architectural interest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRld9HwwM0s/W2jFdoJjCbI/AAAAAAAAMEo/L_wMY78-mZowqkSS8a1g7ku_Zm9QSDdCACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1357" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRld9HwwM0s/W2jFdoJjCbI/AAAAAAAAMEo/L_wMY78-mZowqkSS8a1g7ku_Zm9QSDdCACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B34.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix2zw3vqhdc/W2jFipepwsI/AAAAAAAAME0/BtbDLH7VbhgRwDeyozWcIFfGdQotkhREgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1472" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix2zw3vqhdc/W2jFipepwsI/AAAAAAAAME0/BtbDLH7VbhgRwDeyozWcIFfGdQotkhREgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B37.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This one is very interesting with the crossed swords and the, the the, the THING, the military hat (wait a minute, it will come to me) (a furious google search later . . still nothing) THAT hat!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHUfZ4NHuVw/W2jFm2efj8I/AAAAAAAAMFA/C0uq4z30kbkh9efU_rE7GiVtKoQ7I6i2wCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1380" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHUfZ4NHuVw/W2jFm2efj8I/AAAAAAAAMFA/C0uq4z30kbkh9efU_rE7GiVtKoQ7I6i2wCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B40.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Somebody lives here. What a treat!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDcjOAyIrc4/W2jGjw97r7I/AAAAAAAAMFg/6hahiCsXFjUFssuidXkKa8eqAHe6Szo7wCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDcjOAyIrc4/W2jGjw97r7I/AAAAAAAAMFg/6hahiCsXFjUFssuidXkKa8eqAHe6Szo7wCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B43.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You might think this is just another shot of the cemetery. Indeed, it IS, but there is something more. Can you make out the name on the tombstone at the bottom left?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjWzIBTNIEo/W2jo4F1Xx9I/AAAAAAAAML4/cF62VxYdfzEJmtmo8XrE5-OHVv479CKqACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Bwatermarked%2Bphoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1211" data-original-width="1600" height="484" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjWzIBTNIEo/W2jo4F1Xx9I/AAAAAAAAML4/cF62VxYdfzEJmtmo8XrE5-OHVv479CKqACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Bwatermarked%2Bphoto.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here ya go. It's not full on James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, but it's close. Halfway. (Er, two fifths of the way there!)&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPWPytXKxok/W2jGuNRK7pI/AAAAAAAAMFs/jWm4FKHPBbsb62CmFBu4tfTAG2Y6iFwggCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B46%2Bfraser%2Btombstones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1554" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPWPytXKxok/W2jGuNRK7pI/AAAAAAAAMFs/jWm4FKHPBbsb62CmFBu4tfTAG2Y6iFwggCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B46%2Bfraser%2Btombstones.jpg" width="620" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And here's a Jane and a John Fraser. Do you think there's any chance that Diana Gabaldon did NOT visit this cemetery sometime before or during the writing of Outlander? (I think not.) (I walked where Diana walked!)&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaL0STa00Y/W2jGwWLp48I/AAAAAAAAMF0/BQncgiWVWT87k_oV6FcrTaAHP28gB_tVQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1525" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaL0STa00Y/W2jGwWLp48I/AAAAAAAAMF0/BQncgiWVWT87k_oV6FcrTaAHP28gB_tVQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B47.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And this IS just another photo of a cemetery. (Pretty tombstone!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jli815AuTi0/W2jHoZRheeI/AAAAAAAAMGI/vQvH90R06F0MAlngF2rYKB8UcyhkLxgvwCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="1600" height="396" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jli815AuTi0/W2jHoZRheeI/AAAAAAAAMGI/vQvH90R06F0MAlngF2rYKB8UcyhkLxgvwCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B50.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This blue! I have been trying to replicate it at home. I can't seem to get it right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VE5REGPIRs/W2jHvfQBK0I/AAAAAAAAMGM/9t_jbnF6GSU-5Gge9ApeZ44mbpyJlkw6QCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1363" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VE5REGPIRs/W2jHvfQBK0I/AAAAAAAAMGM/9t_jbnF6GSU-5Gge9ApeZ44mbpyJlkw6QCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B53.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">There is a story about this tombstone: A few years ago when I was looking at this photo, I noticed the word "Cafferes" and information about an attack at Cape of Good Hope on Christmas day. Now, THAT's a story! So, I researched, and as it turns out, the father of one of the characters in my new release, The Scandal in Honor, was there. In fact, the skirmishes with the Kaffirs (as we spell it now) figure largely in the mystery that temporarily stumps my sleuth, Julian "Trev" Silvester. (Please note that The Scandal in Honor is number two of a three book series. It is more enjoyable to read The Devil in Beauty first! You can find both books <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07CY3C7L3/ref=series_rw_dp_sw" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt19nB_NK7E/W2jIu0j8pSI/AAAAAAAAMG4/rtah2PQ3Lb8WNvZebFWlhWMZz929vTTXQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1229" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt19nB_NK7E/W2jIu0j8pSI/AAAAAAAAMG4/rtah2PQ3Lb8WNvZebFWlhWMZz929vTTXQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B59.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I had to enlarge this photo (seriously way more than this!) to ensure that we were not being stalked by a man in a black inverness (as they call them in Scotland...or a raglan or ulster in Ireland, also known as an overcoat or top coat in England...) but it's just a very interesting tombstone.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht40VwegyP8/W2jM2ehc8EI/AAAAAAAAMHY/9LAPa57lL3A4akZ6beiSmRpjLOZfo0_UgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht40VwegyP8/W2jM2ehc8EI/AAAAAAAAMHY/9LAPa57lL3A4akZ6beiSmRpjLOZfo0_UgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B62.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In this picture: the quilt store that photo-bombed my shot, but that I didn't actually see, and which I would have loved to go into.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI6gwUhKnqs/W2jM3g5WrZI/AAAAAAAAMHc/hBg4clSACOs8sYnwkfnwYlZqdICYURVxACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1222" data-original-width="1600" height="488" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI6gwUhKnqs/W2jM3g5WrZI/AAAAAAAAMHc/hBg4clSACOs8sYnwkfnwYlZqdICYURVxACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B63.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">More cement poetry.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5ARhoZ-ckQ/W2jNFuECe1I/AAAAAAAAMHo/j8UNFD9uTtAtVcbtTMS5K4PahUNQzlpewCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1025" data-original-width="1600" height="410" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5ARhoZ-ckQ/W2jNFuECe1I/AAAAAAAAMHo/j8UNFD9uTtAtVcbtTMS5K4PahUNQzlpewCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B66.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;More fascinating architecture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDeB1Oa3uEg/W2jNJ1kQXRI/AAAAAAAAMH4/1uP4ZcszM4ACqxy-TG_hOU1mKlgzKkPhQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1221" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDeB1Oa3uEg/W2jNJ1kQXRI/AAAAAAAAMH4/1uP4ZcszM4ACqxy-TG_hOU1mKlgzKkPhQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B68.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fbTju_L_Nw/W2jORa8Ab1I/AAAAAAAAMI8/0Rl5M8sYVpgl5vPl_On8CKvRGEafm8YxQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="968" data-original-width="1600" height="386" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fbTju_L_Nw/W2jORa8Ab1I/AAAAAAAAMI8/0Rl5M8sYVpgl5vPl_On8CKvRGEafm8YxQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B76.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The view down the street from our hotel across the River Ness. (Not to be confused with Loch Ness.)&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCsQChqWm7I/W2jOLHjqwxI/AAAAAAAAMIo/2f1wUmB0WPAftUVqoqz26JwzcuDcH4I5QCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCsQChqWm7I/W2jOLHjqwxI/AAAAAAAAMIo/2f1wUmB0WPAftUVqoqz26JwzcuDcH4I5QCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The way some clever person draped this renovation project tickled me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgIXj_HGAcg/W2jOLmzfHWI/AAAAAAAAMIs/8Nh_lTEd68caMlbT-onUgghiRBQsEmJfgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1002" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgIXj_HGAcg/W2jOLmzfHWI/AAAAAAAAMIs/8Nh_lTEd68caMlbT-onUgghiRBQsEmJfgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B73.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's all in the details.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcfY7_y6KCc/W2jNzGWFhoI/AAAAAAAAMII/nsdBflbcRmQOOO6VoKakLSdLNF2hfUMsQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1179" data-original-width="1600" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcfY7_y6KCc/W2jNzGWFhoI/AAAAAAAAMII/nsdBflbcRmQOOO6VoKakLSdLNF2hfUMsQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B70.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A stone corbel that I would have loved to take home in my suitcase but which probably is much larger than it appears.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lv6blC3z1k/W2jNz9nxiCI/AAAAAAAAMIM/rsVrviLz2DQHISbLOZdyFQH91vTVAMDBgCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1167" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lv6blC3z1k/W2jNz9nxiCI/AAAAAAAAMIM/rsVrviLz2DQHISbLOZdyFQH91vTVAMDBgCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B71.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;More delicious gray and green.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DBm5x_Hyg/W2jN4_EQxRI/AAAAAAAAMIU/7OCAPhf5orsnI3KXYVpEqOw9SurU1NwcQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DBm5x_Hyg/W2jN4_EQxRI/AAAAAAAAMIU/7OCAPhf5orsnI3KXYVpEqOw9SurU1NwcQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B77.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A view of the palace in town.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrV8SbnvxNI/W2jOfmG6xLI/AAAAAAAAMJI/fcEk3R7b10IXpH22E_ipLzpMMPXQ-2mGwCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrV8SbnvxNI/W2jOfmG6xLI/AAAAAAAAMJI/fcEk3R7b10IXpH22E_ipLzpMMPXQ-2mGwCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B78.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">His and hers bikes, though I suppose it is not longer PC to say so.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Os30e9m_Hvc/W2jOhR2bZKI/AAAAAAAAMJQ/-HfGuObRfR0IriSLhGHH2SPa9Eu7gNbmwCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Os30e9m_Hvc/W2jOhR2bZKI/AAAAAAAAMJQ/-HfGuObRfR0IriSLhGHH2SPa9Eu7gNbmwCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B79.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">White deliciousness. Like cake icing (or frosting or whatever).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5PZ7SBMj0M/W2jXYevjYzI/AAAAAAAAMLo/sBZZ3ZgLpwI_VBsocOg6caJRGY5xFZh6QCEwYBhgL/s1600/inverness%2B16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1193" data-original-width="1600" height="476" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5PZ7SBMj0M/W2jXYevjYzI/AAAAAAAAMLo/sBZZ3ZgLpwI_VBsocOg6caJRGY5xFZh6QCEwYBhgL/s640/inverness%2B16.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SryCzftRk0U/W2jXWtNcM8I/AAAAAAAAMLg/29SuSaNJmcEoWcnh67vU3NldPp0p3HusACEwYBhgL/s1600/inverness%2B15%2Bthe%2Bcaledonian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1186" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SryCzftRk0U/W2jXWtNcM8I/AAAAAAAAMLg/29SuSaNJmcEoWcnh67vU3NldPp0p3HusACEwYBhgL/s640/inverness%2B15%2Bthe%2Bcaledonian.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-xb6MkBRY4/W2jXZ9o_66I/AAAAAAAAMLk/lcHhnnBVV5wqY7lEapp3egD7W4YytTj1QCEwYBhgL/s1600/inverness%2B17_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="945" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-xb6MkBRY4/W2jXZ9o_66I/AAAAAAAAMLk/lcHhnnBVV5wqY7lEapp3egD7W4YytTj1QCEwYBhgL/s640/inverness%2B17_edited-1.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EVn2jG-MqE/W2jOlT658yI/AAAAAAAAMJc/XzRWaPpYRZ8D54f95uWXUB4J5uIFdgXZQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0EVn2jG-MqE/W2jOlT658yI/AAAAAAAAMJc/XzRWaPpYRZ8D54f95uWXUB4J5uIFdgXZQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B82.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Inverness is a friendly, small-feeling town.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0V5Gfm0Sgwg/W2jOmseDdKI/AAAAAAAAMJg/EVNyvxh3Wjs_XO508RXX0HSo6Bd-j5duwCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0V5Gfm0Sgwg/W2jOmseDdKI/AAAAAAAAMJg/EVNyvxh3Wjs_XO508RXX0HSo6Bd-j5duwCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B85.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The oldest pub in the Highlands. We stood at the door and looked in, but we were too chicken to go inside. (Why? That's what I keep asking myself. But, truly, these places are very small and very noisy and there are SO many people crammed inside and it's dark and just&nbsp; . . .kind of intimidating.) The music, however, was smashing.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HokMkj7eMBs/W2jOryoYJpI/AAAAAAAAMJo/NxovkuRDZYgFIUM6409J-vMZcMKZvhM2QCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HokMkj7eMBs/W2jOryoYJpI/AAAAAAAAMJo/NxovkuRDZYgFIUM6409J-vMZcMKZvhM2QCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B86.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">If you go to Scotland and have a desire to see a lot of kilted men and the knees that go with it, you MUST come here. These were, hands down, the best knees we saw in all of the country.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NalxniJCn2o/W2jOp6O17qI/AAAAAAAAMJk/pkmrw7HbO8or6WxMKzItjuqA3bO7AsNNQCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1415" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NalxniJCn2o/W2jOp6O17qI/AAAAAAAAMJk/pkmrw7HbO8or6WxMKzItjuqA3bO7AsNNQCLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B88.jpg" width="566" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The best English country shutters I have seen in three countries (including England). So yummy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MZpalBdLzA/W2jOr-9dIYI/AAAAAAAAMJs/vCAm419R_cUzgHZOLfkldvecXyAJhW_oACLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Binverness%2B87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MZpalBdLzA/W2jOr-9dIYI/AAAAAAAAMJs/vCAm419R_cUzgHZOLfkldvecXyAJhW_oACLcBGAs/s640/a%2Binverness%2B87.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Goodnight Inverness!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0SQHoqNIi8/W2jOst7f6OI/AAAAAAAAMKA/xAX73VicShEWHtYLv_5_CSMsZOIYu_eZgCEwYBhgL/s1600/mary%2Bat%2Bcava%2Bcairns%2Bor%2Bculloden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0SQHoqNIi8/W2jOst7f6OI/AAAAAAAAMKA/xAX73VicShEWHtYLv_5_CSMsZOIYu_eZgCEwYBhgL/s640/mary%2Bat%2Bcava%2Bcairns%2Bor%2Bculloden.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This photo implies that my next post will be about the Clava Cairns, a pivotal local in the Outlander saga. I was sick the day our tour went there--and here is my daughter wondering what it is all about (she has not read the books). I should have been there to fill her in! I also missed the trip to Culloden which was one of the main reasons I wanted to go to Scotland! No, there will be no more of this. Next will be the Isle of Skye or Stirling Castle. Or both. (Time will tell.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-90594791630007225812018-06-12T21:17:00.000-07:002018-06-12T21:21:53.384-07:00The Lord Trevelin Mysteries Are Here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLrQBTe1GRQ/WyBjMJXfNkI/AAAAAAAAMAE/lZ8d9BX_Kfk6a7wQm0oPBAgA-yR0WipYACLcBGAs/s1600/TDIB%2BWEB%2BNEW%2Bbrighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="497" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLrQBTe1GRQ/WyBjMJXfNkI/AAAAAAAAMAE/lZ8d9BX_Kfk6a7wQm0oPBAgA-yR0WipYACLcBGAs/s640/TDIB%2BWEB%2BNEW%2Bbrighter.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #333333;">Julian, "Trev" Silvester, the Marquis of Trevelin, had everything a gentleman could want; good looks, a fortune, and plenty of charm. When a duel with a jealous duke leaves him disfigured, Trev is ostracized by those who once celebrated him. His life is forever changed, but Trev is still loyal to his friends. When one is accused of murder and another's diamond necklace is stolen, he does what he must to help them. As the two cases merge, Trev finds an ally who isn't put off by his scar and the scandal of the duel--Miss Desdemona Woodmansey. As their investigation into the murder reveals just how treacherous the mask of polite society can be, both Trev and Desdemona are put in grave danger. Trev has already lived through the disgrace of a scandal, but can he survive a killer who will do anything to protect a sinister secret? Be sure to read the first book in this captivating series about one man's journey to redemption, told through the eyes of the one whose absolution he longs for the most: his own. Buy </span><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://tinyurl.com/ya6smcmf" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Praise for The Devil in Beauty on Amazon:</span><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="reviews" style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px;"><tbody style="box-sizing: border-box;"><tr id="R2JWWMX33URU54" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><td class="reviewNum underlinedRow" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13px; padding: 15px 0px; vertical-align: top;"></td><td class="underlinedRow" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 13px; padding: 15px 0px; vertical-align: top;"><div class="reviewedBy" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="new" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"></span><a class="popup" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/pdp/profile/A2890C2WXKE3KA" style="background: url(&quot;https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/G/01/author-central/icon-offsite._CB189385742_.gif&quot;) right center no-repeat transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #996633; margin-right: -2px; padding-right: 17px; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;">Kindle Customer</b></a>&nbsp;reviewed&nbsp;<a class="title" href="http://authorcentral.amazon.com/gp/books/book-detail-page?ie=UTF8&amp;bookASIN=B06ZZ3PGFP" style="background: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #004b91; text-decoration-line: none;">The Devil in Beauty: A Lord Trevelin Mystery (The Lord Trevelin Mysteries Book 1)</a></div><div class="foundHelpful" style="box-sizing: border-box;">1 of 1 people found the following helpful</div><div class="reviewInfo" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-top: 5px;"><img border="0" height="12" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-5-0._CB192240867_.gif" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: middle;" width="64" />&nbsp;<span class="reviewTitle" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;">Excellent</span>&nbsp;February 6, 2018</div><div id="full_R2JWWMX33URU54" style="box-sizing: border-box;">I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Wonderful murder mystery tied into the Recency world. Beautiful characters. Loved the hero.. did keep me guessing throughout.</div><div class="actionsLinks" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-top: 10px;"><div class="reviewedBy" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a class="popup" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/pdp/profile/A29FZJMQR91PHV" style="background: url(&quot;https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/G/01/author-central/icon-offsite._CB189385742_.gif&quot;) right center no-repeat transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #996633; margin-right: -2px; padding-right: 17px; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;">rannyGoose</b></a>&nbsp;reviewed&nbsp;<a class="title" href="http://authorcentral.amazon.com/gp/books/book-detail-page?ie=UTF8&amp;bookASIN=B06ZZ3PGFP" style="background: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #004b91; text-decoration-line: none;">The Devil in Beauty: A Lord Trevelin Mystery (The Lord Trevelin Mysteries Book 1)</a></div><div class="reviewInfo" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-top: 5px;"><img border="0" height="12" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-5-0._CB192240867_.gif" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; vertical-align: middle;" width="64" />&nbsp;<span class="reviewTitle" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;">What an ending!</span>&nbsp;December 29, 2017</div><div id="full_R2EZ0NJ7LTVA09" style="box-sizing: border-box;">I love this author but this new series promises to be better than all the rest of her stories. I could not put the book down. The ending was the biggest shock of all. I never saw it coming and I’m pretty good at figuring out the endings. Can’t wait for the next one.</div><div class="actionsLinks" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-top: 10px;"><br /></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STx4O0-2UV4/WyBjVD06xTI/AAAAAAAAMAI/ZNrhegF_gLIdopvbAGA1-MYi4ShdwMFyACLcBGAs/s1600/TSIH%2BWEB%2Bbrightest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STx4O0-2UV4/WyBjVD06xTI/AAAAAAAAMAI/ZNrhegF_gLIdopvbAGA1-MYi4ShdwMFyACLcBGAs/s640/TSIH%2BWEB%2Bbrightest.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">What is the price one must pay to protect one's honor? Or that of another? It has been two years since the duel that changed Julian, Lord Trevelin's life. He is now happily betrothed to Miss Jane Leavitt, a wealthy debutante. Her influence has helped to restore his reputation among Society. Her father, however, has not allowed the connection to be made public. He disapproves of Trev's penchant for looking into unsavory matters such as pinched diamond necklaces and dead downstairs maids. He will allow the couple to set a date for their wedding when he is satisfied that Trev will look after his own reputation with the same care as does Jane.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Meanwhile, Trev is taken with the rumors about Miss Hannah Andersen, a young lady newly arrived in London for the season. Her military father was said to have put a period to his existence in order to escape the consequences of fleeing a battle with his wife and child. She, however, insists his death was an accident. Trev can't resist attempting to set the man's reputation to rights. He is assisted by his ethereal friend, Willy, and the boot boy-cum-valet, Jack. When several more "accidents" occur, Trev's list of murder suspects grows. And then his cousin Evelyn threatens him with ruin if he does not release Jane to his clutches--only, this time, it will be her honor that shall be irrevocably tarnished.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #333333;">The Scandal in Honor is book two in The Lord Trevelin Mysteries. Be sure to also read the first book in this captivating Regency-era mystery series about one man's journey to redemption, told through the eyes of the one whose absolution he longs for the most: his own. Pre-order</span><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://tinyurl.com/y8ysj7f5" target="_blank">HERE</a></span></span><span style="color: #333333;"></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Praise for The Scandal in Honor via Goodreads.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: &quot;lato&quot; , &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Five Stars!</span></span><br /><div class="reviewHeader uitext stacked" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Lato, &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span style="font-size: 0px; white-space: nowrap;">F</span></div><div class="reviewText stacked" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Lato, &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer2415945166" style="font-family: &quot;merriweather&quot; , &quot;georgia&quot; , serif; line-height: 21px;"><span id="freeText11155437450367208889">I love Heidi Ashworth's ability to keep me guessing until the very end! Lord Trevelin is a great character--multifaceted, smart, empathic, and definitely heroic. And the supporting cast of characters have unique voices and make the plot all the more interesting. I experienced a wide range of emotions reading this book (laughed at Mrs. S., swooned at Trev's romance, and was so sad when his reputation was again demolished).&nbsp;&nbsp;Ashworth writes regency era better than 9 in 10 authors out there. Her style is reminiscent of Georgette Heyer. If you are a fan of regency era books or mysteries, I highly recommend the Lord Trevelin Mysteries.</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="reviewText stacked" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Lato, &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="readable" style="font-family: &quot;merriweather&quot; , &quot;georgia&quot; , serif; line-height: 21px;">Four Stars!</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: &quot;lato&quot; , &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 0px; white-space: nowrap;">really liked Fou</span><br /><div class="left bodycol" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; float: left; font-family: Lato, &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; width: 540px;"><div class="reviewText stacked" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer2417368378" style="font-family: &quot;merriweather&quot; , &quot;georgia&quot; , serif; line-height: 21px;">Like the first book in this series, the greatness of this book hinges on the damaged character of Lord Trevelin. Heidi Ashworth knows how to plumb the depths of despair he feels from his social ostracism, to portray the flutterings of hope he feels in his relationship with Jane, and to create a man simultaneously strong and broken. Although the murder mystery element of the novel left some loose ends hanging and could have been more plausible, the story of Lord Trevelin marched along at a perfect pace, with the grandeur and unquenchable regret of a Greek tragedy.<br /><br />A host of charming secondary characters complete the cast: Miss Andersen, a conniving debutante who is only too happy to draw on Trev’s account for all her dress bills; Jack, the bootboy-cum-valet who is as faithful as a hound dog; and Mrs. S., a white-haired, walking malapropism of a neighbor, who invades Trev’s house at the oddest times without invitation.</span></div><div class="reviewText stacked" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="readable" style="font-family: &quot;merriweather&quot; , &quot;georgia&quot; , serif; line-height: 21px;">The Scandal in Honor leaves one a little sad, a little wistful, and certainly longing for the next book in Lord Trevelin’s adventures where, one can only hope, the evil cousin will get his comeuppance.</span></div><div class="reviewText stacked" style="line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="readable" style="font-family: &quot;merriweather&quot; , &quot;georgia&quot; , serif; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Book three in The Lord Trevelin Mysteries, The Murder in Mirth, coming soon!</span></span></div><div class="reviewText stacked" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="readable" style="font-family: &quot;merriweather&quot; , &quot;georgia&quot; , serif; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span></div><div class="reviewText stacked" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="readable" style="font-family: &quot;merriweather&quot; , &quot;georgia&quot; , serif; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span></div></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-57878934510980989602017-06-02T17:39:00.000-07:002017-06-02T17:39:51.633-07:00Beautiful and Romantic Glamis Castle in Angus Scotland, Home of the Queen Mum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lDsBQCL1Lo/WJoIcRKZw3I/AAAAAAAAL2k/qA0MTbAOh-QNwefH5pAFq5nGs_vfwNxEwCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B16_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lDsBQCL1Lo/WJoIcRKZw3I/AAAAAAAAL2k/qA0MTbAOh-QNwefH5pAFq5nGs_vfwNxEwCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B16_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Let's say you have a friend named Glamorous and you call her Glams for short/fun/giggles. That is how you pronounce the name of this glorious castle owned by the Lyon family. The current Queen Elizabeth's mother was Bessie Lyon and Princess Margaret (Lilibet's sister) was actually born at Glamis. A few of the rooms inside sport two small chairs by the hearth which were for Lilibet and little Margo to use when they visited the family home. This amazing house is open to the public. If you are in Scotland in the spring and summer, I highly recommend a visit, especially since photos of the incredible interior are not allowed. However, the grounds are spectacular and I have plenty of those to share.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6vME_E_jww/WJoIfYqJbfI/AAAAAAAAL2o/DTNiQG23dZEmiycVa08CxYCOoXLg3wsiwCLcB/s1600/d%2Bback%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcoach%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6vME_E_jww/WJoIfYqJbfI/AAAAAAAAL2o/DTNiQG23dZEmiycVa08CxYCOoXLg3wsiwCLcB/s640/d%2Bback%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcoach%2B3.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><br />As we drove away from St. Andrews (scroll down for that blog post, four back) I didn't really have a good idea of what we were about to see. The off and on cloud cover of the morning was gone, however, and there was plenty of delicious sunshine.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIJTdQnxGkU/WJoIlPfqtXI/AAAAAAAAL2w/f3A1aQDz5TYJYC2YJK6pa0fgDtmvhbR3QCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIJTdQnxGkU/WJoIlPfqtXI/AAAAAAAAL2w/f3A1aQDz5TYJYC2YJK6pa0fgDtmvhbR3QCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br />Welcome to Glamis Castle! We disembarked from the coach on the left side of the building where the tour begins. This was the first photo I took as we waited to enter. How charming is this? After the tour of the inside which included a lot of drooling, (SO beautiful!) we were allowed time to roam the grounds and roam we did.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iq1KfHSbpoc/WJoIojr9LRI/AAAAAAAAL20/ZiyBNTGO5rkvZpMd4Ur592agltap_pHSgCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B2_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="532" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iq1KfHSbpoc/WJoIojr9LRI/AAAAAAAAL20/ZiyBNTGO5rkvZpMd4Ur592agltap_pHSgCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B2_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is the front door of the castle. Not at all intimidating, is it? I mean, I always keep a cannon or two out front to scare off would-be rabble-rousers. That's not the door we used, however. I wonder if anyone does anymore.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DSa5TXEnVA/WJoIqrnLUsI/AAAAAAAAL24/RYNbCx_6PhEfz8leTUYYPKMlVwyj4nVBQCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B3_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DSa5TXEnVA/WJoIqrnLUsI/AAAAAAAAL24/RYNbCx_6PhEfz8leTUYYPKMlVwyj4nVBQCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B3_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We began to explore the grounds. This lovely round tower is so pretty and medieval! Wouldn't it be the perfect playhouse? I tried to imagine a small Queen Elizabeth playing here when she came to visit her grandparents. Back then, her father was not the king, nor expected to be, so she had a freer childhood than she otherwise would have had.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8O57ZnpUA-M/WJoIs1NujRI/AAAAAAAAL28/QcdnpP0RfawDK88fajouoiN3zA_x77MLwCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B4_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8O57ZnpUA-M/WJoIs1NujRI/AAAAAAAAL28/QcdnpP0RfawDK88fajouoiN3zA_x77MLwCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B4_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A walk from the castle down this road to the street and back results in the loss of 1,000 calories. (Just kidding. Sort of. It's a LOOOOOOONG way.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtxFAOcHHHs/WJoIvH-IcRI/AAAAAAAAL3A/GU1v4LChjaM-dd36N7FAgY8pSv54W5a-wCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B5_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtxFAOcHHHs/WJoIvH-IcRI/AAAAAAAAL3A/GU1v4LChjaM-dd36N7FAgY8pSv54W5a-wCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B5_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYfafNqt-lI/WJoIxLyHOuI/AAAAAAAAL3E/XGe_vmVz9i47Ca8ABSR9gyGFVTFC8XBSgCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B6_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="588" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYfafNqt-lI/WJoIxLyHOuI/AAAAAAAAL3E/XGe_vmVz9i47Ca8ABSR9gyGFVTFC8XBSgCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B6_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVRhDOxXuUo/WJoI1L0QUPI/AAAAAAAAL3I/5Cj-qNHZt9Myy1c2WFf1_N4lKK1ZMMsgwCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B7_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVRhDOxXuUo/WJoI1L0QUPI/AAAAAAAAL3I/5Cj-qNHZt9Myy1c2WFf1_N4lKK1ZMMsgwCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B7_edited-1.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><br />This statue is of King James the VI and I. He was the sixth James of Scotland, and when the first Queen Elizabeth died, he became the first King James of England.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeFFw3KNSVA/WJoJMjAEcOI/AAAAAAAAL3Q/xZKdCqPC-80Uc67VhGV0612Q8FTYyyRKACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B8_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeFFw3KNSVA/WJoJMjAEcOI/AAAAAAAAL3Q/xZKdCqPC-80Uc67VhGV0612Q8FTYyyRKACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B8_edited-1.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br />This is King Charles I, son of James. Poor Charles had his head cut off for being a secret Catholic. Naturally, everyone was afraid this would happen as soon as James, son of Catholic Mary Queen of Scots, was allowed to sit on the English throne. I have a special fondness for Charles I. He looks so introspective in his portraits, and his eyes were so kind.<br /><br />After gazing upon these two kings, we walked as far as we could manage along the road and turned around to see how the castle looked in the semi-distance.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RSWvCHelQg/WJ3uzFAA6hI/AAAAAAAAL4g/wso0YK8JYNcDraXIW-TUUluu-L3V_FxKACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B9_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RSWvCHelQg/WJ3uzFAA6hI/AAAAAAAAL4g/wso0YK8JYNcDraXIW-TUUluu-L3V_FxKACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B9_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>And how it looked when we got closer.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJa0u-3DZXs/WJ3trQQ_RxI/AAAAAAAAL34/O2iXES-9N_kfIVz_nM4yMZVDxPO2UKKoACEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B10_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJa0u-3DZXs/WJ3trQQ_RxI/AAAAAAAAL34/O2iXES-9N_kfIVz_nM4yMZVDxPO2UKKoACEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B10_edited-1.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br />And closer. I wanted to experience the way so many others on foot would have experienced walking along this road. Prince William and Kate have been here, as well as all of the royal family--this was where Queen Elizabeth would go to visit her grandparents, and family members still live here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSmEE0p-Mvo/WJ3tvvllPMI/AAAAAAAAL38/f4O-owssP7M91Fa0RhCOeP5iJxiWdDgHgCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B13_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSmEE0p-Mvo/WJ3tvvllPMI/AAAAAAAAL38/f4O-owssP7M91Fa0RhCOeP5iJxiWdDgHgCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B13_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LHRl8QnPCU/WJ3tyFYof7I/AAAAAAAAL4A/oawxGewG44E3pfy3JHZQAiaUK59U3w72gCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B16_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LHRl8QnPCU/WJ3tyFYof7I/AAAAAAAAL4A/oawxGewG44E3pfy3JHZQAiaUK59U3w72gCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B16_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I love my cozy little cottage, but, I must say, it would not stink to call this home.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lV5Q4xKwrug/WJ3t0bLNOBI/AAAAAAAAL4E/uQwy2a7OfXk0qjQT3hJ2Gy7Si3x9QzVMgCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B17_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="372" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lV5Q4xKwrug/WJ3t0bLNOBI/AAAAAAAAL4E/uQwy2a7OfXk0qjQT3hJ2Gy7Si3x9QzVMgCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B17_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwSn9gUeIpQ/WJ3t2kWq-KI/AAAAAAAAL4I/i0ZMZ3RcdoE9LTihTiQot-p_7jPhrvS9gCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B18_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwSn9gUeIpQ/WJ3t2kWq-KI/AAAAAAAAL4I/i0ZMZ3RcdoE9LTihTiQot-p_7jPhrvS9gCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B18_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZij8NiJwcA/WJ3t6Bra6jI/AAAAAAAAL4M/XNDSWdGjk3MFDOAZubNzidmrCnPuFZxWwCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B19_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZij8NiJwcA/WJ3t6Bra6jI/AAAAAAAAL4M/XNDSWdGjk3MFDOAZubNzidmrCnPuFZxWwCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B19_edited-1.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9RlwLUbgZ4/WJ3t_Fm-UpI/AAAAAAAAL4Q/juvVNZbvejsFTirLvW0VoTu2rsLcyB9iwCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B20%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9RlwLUbgZ4/WJ3t_Fm-UpI/AAAAAAAAL4Q/juvVNZbvejsFTirLvW0VoTu2rsLcyB9iwCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B20%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />Such a lovely bucolic scene. One could ramble around here for hours. What a great place to read a book!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63sY5XaA42M/WJ3uBVFl3cI/AAAAAAAAL4U/yXiPRVYanaoWq3rKjbxA5nbLPMR7wAsmgCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B20%2Bc_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63sY5XaA42M/WJ3uBVFl3cI/AAAAAAAAL4U/yXiPRVYanaoWq3rKjbxA5nbLPMR7wAsmgCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B20%2Bc_edited-1.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iEkZMXRiF1k/WJ3uEfmkkRI/AAAAAAAAL4Y/5WLQPS6EjZQ586ady8pqroHkrqUr2Za_QCEw/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B21_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iEkZMXRiF1k/WJ3uEfmkkRI/AAAAAAAAL4Y/5WLQPS6EjZQ586ady8pqroHkrqUr2Za_QCEw/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B21_edited-1.jpg" width="538" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This the right side of the castle. The garden here is lovely!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTk9FLxYfyc/WJ3vIefSWkI/AAAAAAAAL4k/-_YiIkXUa4MlT1pK3WOcRUfX22rYx6DowCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B23_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTk9FLxYfyc/WJ3vIefSWkI/AAAAAAAAL4k/-_YiIkXUa4MlT1pK3WOcRUfX22rYx6DowCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B23_edited-1.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love how the sides of the castle looks like a row of medieval houses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckc0iDOhl4E/WJ3vJSMW9FI/AAAAAAAAL4o/6EtBMq0gOMEBYNyDAH9O6WHUmeY7z7hMwCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B24_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckc0iDOhl4E/WJ3vJSMW9FI/AAAAAAAAL4o/6EtBMq0gOMEBYNyDAH9O6WHUmeY7z7hMwCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B24_edited-1.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br />A rare roses-over-the-door shot. They aren't as common as one would suppose.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cI0o6nnqTVE/WJ3vLmIakzI/AAAAAAAAL4w/tLwaN1WbmzYzd1uifmsZNaExrVWFTsWAwCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B25_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cI0o6nnqTVE/WJ3vLmIakzI/AAAAAAAAL4w/tLwaN1WbmzYzd1uifmsZNaExrVWFTsWAwCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B25_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Lion Passant. The family name is Lyon.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81zxS1DYtMg/WJ3vOFUFBAI/AAAAAAAAL40/OU3BO5KMID8hsZCyoNfXYclVFHEg1w8fACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B26%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81zxS1DYtMg/WJ3vOFUFBAI/AAAAAAAAL40/OU3BO5KMID8hsZCyoNfXYclVFHEg1w8fACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B26%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_MbxeX6vSs/WJ3vPjH_4PI/AAAAAAAAL44/FrlmcjZwZf8g5aHS1OIL9UifBp1W7zFmACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B27_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_MbxeX6vSs/WJ3vPjH_4PI/AAAAAAAAL44/FrlmcjZwZf8g5aHS1OIL9UifBp1W7zFmACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B27_edited-1.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />A lovely knot garden planted with roses--so pretty!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CRZh_UBBpM/WJ3vRgC5U4I/AAAAAAAAL48/NU0VgUt93LgpTjew84R5KKZG9D-faYYYACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B28_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="394" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CRZh_UBBpM/WJ3vRgC5U4I/AAAAAAAAL48/NU0VgUt93LgpTjew84R5KKZG9D-faYYYACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B28_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpBq_0KFOwc/WJ3vunDZqJI/AAAAAAAAL5E/mJ1nBGXXZYcLuQ9QuJiK4KNXxFyCA_o5wCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B29%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpBq_0KFOwc/WJ3vunDZqJI/AAAAAAAAL5E/mJ1nBGXXZYcLuQ9QuJiK4KNXxFyCA_o5wCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B29%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiZSLlTcYu0/WJ3v0KbLzXI/AAAAAAAAL5I/QYE_p7jMZEUbtZJ3d-j5d9pi737r49ZgACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B30%2Bhave%2Ba%2Bwee%2Bknock_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiZSLlTcYu0/WJ3v0KbLzXI/AAAAAAAAL5I/QYE_p7jMZEUbtZJ3d-j5d9pi737r49ZgACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B30%2Bhave%2Ba%2Bwee%2Bknock_edited-1.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br />There is a bust above the door. I wonder whom that could be?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXk2ixkimXw/WKHlxOHOnyI/AAAAAAAAL5o/3rlyRSpsJAAg6zYJrPqffX4DktZVUIGxwCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B31b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXk2ixkimXw/WKHlxOHOnyI/AAAAAAAAL5o/3rlyRSpsJAAg6zYJrPqffX4DktZVUIGxwCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B31b_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9jpvt_6Efo/WKHl3e_hOeI/AAAAAAAAL50/O0rQqyaJAJwPxDnzqrIpxTaSANDGvyFLwCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B34_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9jpvt_6Efo/WKHl3e_hOeI/AAAAAAAAL50/O0rQqyaJAJwPxDnzqrIpxTaSANDGvyFLwCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B34_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />An area with tables to eat and drink and relax until time to board the coach.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht15LV_pD4E/WKHl0HSdYJI/AAAAAAAAL5s/5wZOsp4CHpAsaeDn_FTIWhnKnvb66SapgCLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B35_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht15LV_pD4E/WKHl0HSdYJI/AAAAAAAAL5s/5wZOsp4CHpAsaeDn_FTIWhnKnvb66SapgCLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B35_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I adore these windows. And the door--so darling!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhr64fgrw7k/WKHl3j0xyvI/AAAAAAAAL54/Mur02IvRgnAcHWxBtxPsgdIPT9AgRIWkACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B38%2Bhairy%2Bcoos_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhr64fgrw7k/WKHl3j0xyvI/AAAAAAAAL54/Mur02IvRgnAcHWxBtxPsgdIPT9AgRIWkACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B38%2Bhairy%2Bcoos_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A herd of Highland "coos", if one were to pronounce it as the Scottish do. And we do!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtNC4d2A6JI/WKHl3cqGiaI/AAAAAAAAL5w/4y0x-_o-cEk1Uy6X_w-uG2J8rzyKKbV4ACLcB/s1600/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B40_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtNC4d2A6JI/WKHl3cqGiaI/AAAAAAAAL5w/4y0x-_o-cEk1Uy6X_w-uG2J8rzyKKbV4ACLcB/s640/e%2Bglamis%2Bcastle%2B40_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Goodbye Glamis Castle! You were beautiful!!! Next time: another stop in Scotland, though I can't rightly recall where at the moment. I can't believe it has been nearly two years and I still haven't blogged about most of Scotland. I have written two books and a novella since then, so I suppose that is my excuse. My latest, The Devil in Beauty, is available for pre-order now.(See buy link in sidebar.) The photograph of the lovely lady was taken the day between the England tour and the Scotland tour two years ago.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0O8yHyYjnY/WTIDyn6G7mI/AAAAAAAAL-U/OHgRKeJEkVgvpm9bvjcb9tE7QVNTmHZ1ACLcB/s1600/TDIB%2BWEB%2BNEW%2Bbrighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="497" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0O8yHyYjnY/WTIDyn6G7mI/AAAAAAAAL-U/OHgRKeJEkVgvpm9bvjcb9tE7QVNTmHZ1ACLcB/s640/TDIB%2BWEB%2BNEW%2Bbrighter.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime."&nbsp;</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Julian "Trev" Silvester, the Marquis of Trevelin, once had everything a gentleman could want--fortune, good looks, and enough charm to seduce the beautiful young ladies of the ton. But after a duel with a jealous duke leaves him disfigured, Trev is ostracized by those who once celebrated him. Though his life is irrevocably changed, Trev is still loyal to his friends. When Willy Gilbert is accused of murder and Lady Vawdrey's diamond necklace is stolen, he jumps at the chance to help them.</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">As the two cases merge, however, Trev finds an unlikely ally in Miss Desdemona Woodmansey. She's the only young lady who doesn't seem put off by his scar and the scandal of the duel. But as their investigation into the murder reveals just how treacherous the mask of polite society can be, both Trev and Desdemona are placed in grave danger. Trev has already lived through the disgrace of a scandal, but can he survive a murderer who will do anything to protect a sinister secret?</span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-53119437367282075012017-05-13T17:28:00.003-07:002017-05-13T17:28:49.454-07:00The Ashworth Meditation Center: How to Create Your own<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pd25FQgDi_M/WRZ0MJT9UWI/AAAAAAAAL88/1rk87z-d6foOxpmbDKwJDJzj2OQxsm77wCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B7b%2BIG_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pd25FQgDi_M/WRZ0MJT9UWI/AAAAAAAAL88/1rk87z-d6foOxpmbDKwJDJzj2OQxsm77wCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B7b%2BIG_edited-1.jpg" width="628" /></a></div><br />I have yearned to have an outdoor bed for longer than I can remember. However, I struggled with how to make it work. Our backyard is tiny--the same length and width as our living room. It gets a lot of sun, as well. Since I don't want to create a shade problem for my roses, I wasn't sure how to make it work.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gFHIK9Lwcc/WRZzfygGtlI/AAAAAAAAL84/8Vru4SXKlHEuLvDYfAmKyoey1V50st_VwCEw/s1600/TAMC%2B5b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gFHIK9Lwcc/WRZzfygGtlI/AAAAAAAAL84/8Vru4SXKlHEuLvDYfAmKyoey1V50st_VwCEw/s640/TAMC%2B5b_edited-1.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br />About ten years ago, we put up this arch at the end of the backyard that leads to the side yard. Then we planted the lovely New Dawn climbing rose at its base. It took three years to reach the top, but it is has been pretty much unstoppable since then. It created the shade I needed in a spot that didn't deprive my roses from life-giving sunshine. The piece of fencing has been kicking around the yard at our various homes for over twenty years. I can't think why I did not attach it to the arch a long time ago. Now we have a way to keep the dogs out of our meditation center.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DXLUc3Q0-A/WRZyx0AzhnI/AAAAAAAAL8o/lxP2Si7ncbQ-0lquj3BNy4Hl5-VBbhXMQCEw/s1600/TAMC%2B1b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DXLUc3Q0-A/WRZyx0AzhnI/AAAAAAAAL8o/lxP2Si7ncbQ-0lquj3BNy4Hl5-VBbhXMQCEw/s640/TAMC%2B1b_edited-1.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><br />This is the only photo I took of this area that includes the fountain when it is running. I must say, water music is pretty essential for a meditation center. It is incredibly relaxing and creates an other-worldly atmosphere of luxury and serenity.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izOdTCcnnmg/WRZzj9ATgwI/AAAAAAAAL84/AHyefrVjfwIrlGafoJV5m8s_NM2jDdfPwCEw/s1600/TAMC%2B13b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izOdTCcnnmg/WRZzj9ATgwI/AAAAAAAAL84/AHyefrVjfwIrlGafoJV5m8s_NM2jDdfPwCEw/s640/TAMC%2B13b_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Another feature that I find absolutely essential is the addition of flowers. The jasmine that is planted on both sides of this arch perfumes the air with a heavenly scent.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50Tc6HggvTA/WRZziZpZdLI/AAAAAAAAL84/TXgR712gI3Yi8JQPJ4dSGAPFVJYUeq0ZwCEw/s1600/TAMC%2B6b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50Tc6HggvTA/WRZziZpZdLI/AAAAAAAAL84/TXgR712gI3Yi8JQPJ4dSGAPFVJYUeq0ZwCEw/s640/TAMC%2B6b_edited-1.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><br />And then there is the bed. We have tried double high air mattresses, but there are more roses back there which means tons of thorns. Hence, all of our air mattresses have been a deflating experience. This bed is a pool lounger topped with a camping mattress and sleeping bag, covered by a beautiful Laura Ashley comforter. There are plenty of pillows to make everything more comfy. So far it is working like a charm.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cSSAjvt4Ag0/WRZ1NGktZgI/AAAAAAAAL9k/W5oVmvVAZXY3effcByrtu-XY7usNZy6CwCLcB/s1600/new%2Bdawn%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cSSAjvt4Ag0/WRZ1NGktZgI/AAAAAAAAL9k/W5oVmvVAZXY3effcByrtu-XY7usNZy6CwCLcB/s640/new%2Bdawn%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><br />When I am lying on the bed, I can fill my eyes with the beauty of the New Dawn roses. They only bloom a couple of times a year, but the leaves create a peaceful green canopy all season long.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzvL2EpAAlk/WRZ0sf7BiOI/AAAAAAAAL9E/hu-At0-szDUAlJNqSITzhMdq3kvO2yyaACLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B2b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzvL2EpAAlk/WRZ0sf7BiOI/AAAAAAAAL9E/hu-At0-szDUAlJNqSITzhMdq3kvO2yyaACLcB/s640/TAMC%2B2b_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The New Dawns are the medium pink ones in the center. The ones on both the right and the left are Eden roses. They were bred to resemble roses in pre-Raphaelite paintings so they vary in color from flower to flower and from petal to petal. They are stunning and last forever in a vase!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez6Y_N8H4_Q/WRZ0uPkzLxI/AAAAAAAAL9I/mYxPxohuGoAehwjhkFPJQxbmsjWbhb6XgCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B3b%2BIG_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez6Y_N8H4_Q/WRZ0uPkzLxI/AAAAAAAAL9I/mYxPxohuGoAehwjhkFPJQxbmsjWbhb6XgCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B3b%2BIG_edited-1.jpg" width="570" /></a></div><br />The scent of roses mingled with star jasmine is the stuff of perfume. Many perfumes begin with those two aromas--heavenly!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pDjqt_TMH4/WRZ0vu502AI/AAAAAAAAL9M/ALe_xKGldIwB8i2KE_9mTbWJy4gb0uMVQCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B3b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pDjqt_TMH4/WRZ0vu502AI/AAAAAAAAL9M/ALe_xKGldIwB8i2KE_9mTbWJy4gb0uMVQCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B3b_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Variety, however, is the spice of life. Color is soothing, as long as the combination is harmonious. I prefer cool garden colors--pink, white, blue and lavendar. Some might prefer red, orange and yellow in their garden, but, in my opinion, those colors are more stimulating. Neither is wrong, but cool colors lend themselves better to peace and contemplation.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04JcPyl2xlY/WRZ0_OzEXCI/AAAAAAAAL9U/SXFWMq4aIv4BxxWwVyy4crIB9NSOal0ygCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B12b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04JcPyl2xlY/WRZ0_OzEXCI/AAAAAAAAL9U/SXFWMq4aIv4BxxWwVyy4crIB9NSOal0ygCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B12b_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />Inside we have a harp-shaped shelf which once served as a leg to a coffee table. It is the perfect place for a clock so you can know how long you have dallied, and a narrow glass of water. On the left, under the arch, is a wind chime made of porcelain tea cups. They make additional lovely music when the soft breezes blow.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ycYgPWxJDw/WRZ1A1CJ0GI/AAAAAAAAL9Y/zqlSP5pd4x0De7uU82GjkTYXKDjmZ5wCQCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B8b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ycYgPWxJDw/WRZ1A1CJ0GI/AAAAAAAAL9Y/zqlSP5pd4x0De7uU82GjkTYXKDjmZ5wCQCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B8b_edited-1.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br />A soft throw in a Rachel Ashwell pattern is a nice addition for when it is a bit chillier. This is a wonderful place to read a book. It is a great place to relax and write one, too.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCZz6ViHDtU/WRZ1CY53wdI/AAAAAAAAL9c/P9NNBicFXYgBN1SYWoNZqRw-aEIGXWFigCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B11b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCZz6ViHDtU/WRZ1CY53wdI/AAAAAAAAL9c/P9NNBicFXYgBN1SYWoNZqRw-aEIGXWFigCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B11b_edited-1.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />The votive candle chandelier adds some light when the sun goes down. The scrolly thing (I don't know what else to call it) adds visual interest and delights the mind.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8igH4fDM_yA/WRZ1FY0IGQI/AAAAAAAAL9g/aIBjoNhzlHQPfX293n20wLGx7TRG6STyQCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B9b%2BIG_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="618" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8igH4fDM_yA/WRZ1FY0IGQI/AAAAAAAAL9g/aIBjoNhzlHQPfX293n20wLGx7TRG6STyQCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B9b%2BIG_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>It is a bit difficult to see the initials embroidered into the vintage damask napkin on the large white pillow. It reads: HEM. Whilst in service at the Ashworth Meditation Center, it stands for Heidi Enjoys Meditating. Or, in the case of my husband and son, He Enjoys Meditating. (My daughter is the only one in the house with her own room so she meditates just fine in there.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNiN1CzUzOk/WRZ1QXJl4aI/AAAAAAAAL9o/mEUvc33jDb4E2_wW1PQd6z28eUQr42vDQCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B4b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNiN1CzUzOk/WRZ1QXJl4aI/AAAAAAAAL9o/mEUvc33jDb4E2_wW1PQd6z28eUQr42vDQCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B4b_edited-1.jpg" width="364" /></a></div><br />More lovely Eden roses. I prefer things that are round and curvy. They make me feel good. However, you might prefer things that are more rectangular. Include objects that delight your particular brain.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7upV6Krql9A/WRZ1RpyKNhI/AAAAAAAAL9s/VKuo-Ip-B38IQV0VDs8DHpn5I4DdtsB0QCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B16b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7upV6Krql9A/WRZ1RpyKNhI/AAAAAAAAL9s/VKuo-Ip-B38IQV0VDs8DHpn5I4DdtsB0QCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B16b_edited-1.jpg" width="546" /></a></div><br />Some of my tiny teacup collection. I love how the gold flashes in the light.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8QXw9hMMZs/WRZ1TzzbsKI/AAAAAAAAL9w/Xu2C-GRtHqw6G9Oselci8OD3_30J84wvACLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B14b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8QXw9hMMZs/WRZ1TzzbsKI/AAAAAAAAL9w/Xu2C-GRtHqw6G9Oselci8OD3_30J84wvACLcB/s640/TAMC%2B14b_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />My view from the bed: the sky generally looks much bluer than pictured here, but that pop of blue on the door at the other end of the yard is a favorite of mine.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhiPB-hRA_A/WRZ1V8M8ZVI/AAAAAAAAL90/ctZJ0GwRpYQWMMG6bElY4lacVNxCbS4vACLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B17b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhiPB-hRA_A/WRZ1V8M8ZVI/AAAAAAAAL90/ctZJ0GwRpYQWMMG6bElY4lacVNxCbS4vACLcB/s640/TAMC%2B17b_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Though it hasn't been included in many of the photos, there are times of the day when the only way to achieve shade is with this market umbrella. This one is gray and white striped and is easily put up or taken down as the mood dictates.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJL0SwMBeQk/WRZ1W2pr5_I/AAAAAAAAL94/_R23mJJdKqoGkagGA8CZp7daNX6ch7AhQCLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B15b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJL0SwMBeQk/WRZ1W2pr5_I/AAAAAAAAL94/_R23mJJdKqoGkagGA8CZp7daNX6ch7AhQCLcB/s640/TAMC%2B15b_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Loving this Rachel Ashwell fabric! Everything I need to sit back and relax is present here. Add a laptop and I can dream, create and write. Whenever I complete a new book, I gift myself something that I feel will improve the quality of my life. The arch with the roses on it was what I added with my first book, and I was right--it has been so wonderful to have armfuls of pink roses all spring. The little details of this meditation center were my gift to myself for my most recent book.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12HynQThw1A/WRZ2qQdsS7I/AAAAAAAAL-E/EpbMT3uitlIgUjZql6d2BcsTV9DtKFKOgCLcB/s1600/TDIB%2BWEB%2BNEW%2Bbrighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12HynQThw1A/WRZ2qQdsS7I/AAAAAAAAL-E/EpbMT3uitlIgUjZql6d2BcsTV9DtKFKOgCLcB/s640/TDIB%2BWEB%2BNEW%2Bbrighter.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br />It's called The Devil in Beauty, and it comes out next month. It is my first mystery and it was so much fun to write! It is available for pre-order now. You can read more about it by clicking on its book cover on the top right sidebar. The photo on the cover was taken by the same fab London photographer at the famous London Photo Shoot which I directed. In LONDON. (You can read about it by scrolling down.) It will be hard to put this all away when the rainy season starts, but, for now, it is a wonderful way to add sweetness and light to anyone's life.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1ZDTC5v4Cg/WRZ1YP1hKfI/AAAAAAAAL98/7vKB_8V9SF49GezUCKOed1JKVbhuXPWyACLcB/s1600/TAMC%2B18c_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1ZDTC5v4Cg/WRZ1YP1hKfI/AAAAAAAAL98/7vKB_8V9SF49GezUCKOed1JKVbhuXPWyACLcB/s640/TAMC%2B18c_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-6297388768665307942017-02-06T08:59:00.001-08:002017-02-06T08:59:19.457-08:00A Romantic Christmas at the Ashworth Cottage <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc_ftimYaaU/WFwPA3g17YI/AAAAAAAALt0/C3R9vg7kl80LeCru5h6YYz5vJqCH5RkpACLcB/s1600/christmas%2Btree%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-22460703440941201602016-12-05T16:08:00.000-08:002016-12-05T22:13:10.025-08:00A Regency Ball in Dublin. At Christmas!<center> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wr-Lia0jvDU?list=RDGnh1U32wwYc" width="560"></iframe></center><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(For maximum viewing pleasure, stop video at 2.51 minutes)</span></div><br />Mr. Niall Doherty and his lovely wife, Caroline, are celebrating their first Christmas together by hosting a ball at their home, <i>Teach Swan</i>, in Dublin. Every mirror, portrait, and door lintel had been draped with ivy or holly and there were enough kissing balls hung throughout the house to keep even Niall happy. Now it was nearly time for their guests to arrive, and Caroline could hardly contain her excitement.<br /><br />With the ringing of the front bell, Caroline nearly deserted her post at the bottom of the grand staircase and ran to open the door. With a gentle squeeze, Niall quelled her impulse. Looping her arm through his, she craned her neck and stood on tip-toe in order to spot their first guests of the season. To her surprise, a large knot of people crowded into the hall at once. They all spoke in&nbsp;tones of excitement or laughed in delight as they brushed at the light dusting of snow that had stolen into the house on their brightly-hued cloaks.<br /><br />Her heart pounding, she felt a tug at her hand. Surprised, she looked up into her husband's adoring face. Without warning, he whirled her away to a shadowy nook under the stairs to stand beneath a conveniently-placed kissing ball. "Just one more before the party begins," he murmured as he lowered his mouth to hers and took her lips in a kiss of surpassing sweetness. Just when Caroline wondered if perhaps their guests needs must entertain themselves, Niall released her with a sigh. "We must attend to our duties. However," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "I intend to keep you at my side the entire evening."<br /><br />Caroline laughed. "There are too many kissing balls to comfortably do otherwise," she teased. Niall took her hand and, with another whirl, returned her to her place at the bottom of the stairs. Caroline smiled as she greeted each party guest in hopes that those who detected the blush that stole into her cheeks would suppose it to be on account of the festivities. The flutter in her stomach, however, was wholly on account of the handsome man who stood at her side. How had she ever been so fortunate as to catch his eye?<br /><br />Niall's and Caroline's grand romance plays out in <a href="http://a.co/bbmJ0dm" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">O'er the River Liffey</span></a>, by Heidi Ashworth, available to buy or borrow for free on Amazon.com.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pI7BfO17jyc/WEYU6vOXNCI/AAAAAAAALtk/4Qbq-4pWUXMouk_vrNZoH5xS6I9sgHQ4gCLcB/s1600/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pI7BfO17jyc/WEYU6vOXNCI/AAAAAAAALtk/4Qbq-4pWUXMouk_vrNZoH5xS6I9sgHQ4gCLcB/s640/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-28272561700333991372016-11-23T16:33:00.000-08:002016-11-23T16:33:30.040-08:00The Town of St. Andrews Scotland Where Will (iam Wales) and Kate (Middleton Wales) Met and Attended School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMRsvYu_iJQ/WCdE5Z2ul-I/AAAAAAAALqY/6KavYMEAuV0WdynFwRrXl_dyfC7M0dm5QCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B1%2Bruins%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMRsvYu_iJQ/WCdE5Z2ul-I/AAAAAAAALqY/6KavYMEAuV0WdynFwRrXl_dyfC7M0dm5QCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B1%2Bruins%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />St. Andrews is a beautiful place! I am not a golf fan, but even I have always known that it is the cradle of the modern game of golf and that it sports one of the most difficult courses on the planet. In fact, we swept into town just a few days after the Open (did I get that right? Is that what it is called? I am so clueless about these things) in July 2015. I suppose this is what accounted for its listless air, rather like a Christmas tree after the presents have all been opened. However, I was not in the least prepared for the gorgeous views of the coast (even though I DID know that you can see the ocean from the golf course) or the architectural beauty (Duh! Because, Scotland.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMVfd9AfDrI/WCdFAwZNFlI/AAAAAAAALqk/ZX6M1wgTeAk8A5MBgv518byTozZJYsKyACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B4%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMVfd9AfDrI/WCdFAwZNFlI/AAAAAAAALqk/ZX6M1wgTeAk8A5MBgv518byTozZJYsKyACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B4%2Bb_edited-1.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><br />In fact, architectural beauty and the ocean go very well together, indeed. We saw this combination in Scotland over and over again.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7eBH4RbYyk/WCdFD-rRbGI/AAAAAAAALqo/4Du3D_a6CA812wOH8yOTNj4DbkE0aRuGwCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B5_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7eBH4RbYyk/WCdFD-rRbGI/AAAAAAAALqo/4Du3D_a6CA812wOH8yOTNj4DbkE0aRuGwCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B5_edited-2.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><br />When we arrived in town, we headed toward the first visible ruin which happened to be St. Andrews Castle (I think that's what it is called. I had a map emailed to me from a friend that gave all the info I could possibly need and I ran across it in my inbox the other day and deleted it because I thought "Hey, I already blogged about St Andrews", and, in fact, I had, but about the other side of town, and then I was too embarrassed to ask her for it again but she is reading about my foolishness this very moment and all I can say is "Hi Nancy!")<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4CYWY3pRmQ/WCdFGlsQxOI/AAAAAAAALqs/67fl5dC7sms0Vjx3mn2jBIrpaNv0VxLuACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B6_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4CYWY3pRmQ/WCdFGlsQxOI/AAAAAAAALqs/67fl5dC7sms0Vjx3mn2jBIrpaNv0VxLuACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B6_edited-2.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />I love taking photos through these old stone windows. Looking at it now, I can see a metal railing which tells me that we probably could have gone inside and climbed up them. (We didn't. In fact, our trips abroad are chock-full of things we didn't do.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j8XEYWbZQas/WCdFH7lVGuI/AAAAAAAALqw/S5gqNCRcP4sbgLVRpwk7jnXRwIz0bV3wgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B7_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j8XEYWbZQas/WCdFH7lVGuI/AAAAAAAALqw/S5gqNCRcP4sbgLVRpwk7jnXRwIz0bV3wgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B7_edited-2.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOch0A4ReB8/WCdFKKouujI/AAAAAAAALq0/pVdhaHjJvRAHSRLOf7ehtf-YV5Bt5_LMwCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B9%2Bbishop%2527s%2Bcastle_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOch0A4ReB8/WCdFKKouujI/AAAAAAAALq0/pVdhaHjJvRAHSRLOf7ehtf-YV5Bt5_LMwCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B9%2Bbishop%2527s%2Bcastle_edited-2.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtIkazrnFzY/WCdFAT5s13I/AAAAAAAALqg/9NLVB8PJky4gYaBqDiTbeZwlK1obBN0twCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B3%2Btrying%2Bto%2Bfind%2Bout%2Bname%2Bfor%2Bthis%2Bruin_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtIkazrnFzY/WCdFAT5s13I/AAAAAAAALqg/9NLVB8PJky4gYaBqDiTbeZwlK1obBN0twCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B3%2Btrying%2Bto%2Bfind%2Bout%2Bname%2Bfor%2Bthis%2Bruin_edited-2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkAp2ydSryo/WDN3KuNMyfI/AAAAAAAALrE/4ptyPW7STDElRBGxmBz61I_9uibKeFlVgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B10_edited-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkAp2ydSryo/WDN3KuNMyfI/AAAAAAAALrE/4ptyPW7STDElRBGxmBz61I_9uibKeFlVgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B10_edited-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We then headed toward the other part of town (as previously mentioned) and I was smitten with the architecture at every turn.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1oHqA2y3kM/WDN3RGKyiDI/AAAAAAAALrI/mjpZTGhn-Gw3HXzcigjXG4Q_Xms81mgpQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B11%2Bnear%2Bruins_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1oHqA2y3kM/WDN3RGKyiDI/AAAAAAAALrI/mjpZTGhn-Gw3HXzcigjXG4Q_Xms81mgpQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B11%2Bnear%2Bruins_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We passed by the way (causeway? Roadway? I think I am going to go with "path") to the beach and it was so beautiful!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2n0dblSoik/WDN3TwMwaDI/AAAAAAAALrM/LdrvozUODuEuywzNdvCPZE0ZFT6uBruXgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B35_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2n0dblSoik/WDN3TwMwaDI/AAAAAAAALrM/LdrvozUODuEuywzNdvCPZE0ZFT6uBruXgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B35_edited-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And then we got to the world-famous and widely believed BEST golf course in the WORLD. THE WORLD. And I was like, WHAT? As I have confessed, I know little about golf. In fact, the main of my knowledge was garnered during a summer spent at the miniature golf course where my brother-in-law worked when I was 14. However, I live a few blocks from a golf course and have almost everywhere I have set up a residence, including in Colorado which seemed to me to be the Land of Golf Courses. So, I can say with some authority that golf courses are curvy, at least in parts. (Am I right?) This looked to me like the field at my elementary school. It is most likely no secret that I was not impressed.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2AoceYZpoc/WDN3XxSSXyI/AAAAAAAALrQ/cJDutodF-McFhguDIl_vr4M4ueXKvHtRgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B37%2Bat%2Bgolf%2Bcourse_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2AoceYZpoc/WDN3XxSSXyI/AAAAAAAALrQ/cJDutodF-McFhguDIl_vr4M4ueXKvHtRgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B37%2Bat%2Bgolf%2Bcourse_edited-1.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><br />This is the St. Andrews bandstand. (I thought you should know that.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFuBLylkgPg/WDN3ZiL_tMI/AAAAAAAALrU/QFVkGhqc66QCwHC6s3StOKGeH6q8G633gCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B38%2Bin%2Btown_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFuBLylkgPg/WDN3ZiL_tMI/AAAAAAAALrU/QFVkGhqc66QCwHC6s3StOKGeH6q8G633gCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B38%2Bin%2Btown_edited-1.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><br />And here we are headed to the burial ground at St Andrews Cathedral.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0AAVZCR004/WDN57e6SDTI/AAAAAAAALss/IQkqLQ4NDF8Z6nItau_rlLdOMmRPpmSqACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0AAVZCR004/WDN57e6SDTI/AAAAAAAALss/IQkqLQ4NDF8Z6nItau_rlLdOMmRPpmSqACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B33.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />You can see many more photos of this hauntingly beautiful place in my previous post. (Scroll down or click <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2016/10/st-andrews-scotland-visit-to-graveyard.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.) (Your choice.) (Because I am nothing if not generous.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDhELhotOLs/WDN3bldtqJI/AAAAAAAALrY/UGv9uGVQXaE6jzjg4ke2Y6JFXTTbc1XCgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B39_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDhELhotOLs/WDN3bldtqJI/AAAAAAAALrY/UGv9uGVQXaE6jzjg4ke2Y6JFXTTbc1XCgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B39_edited-1.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><br />White on white on white. I can't get enough of it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ysusBGnJeY/WDN3gdnxHtI/AAAAAAAALrc/GPS3YhuxhEAXy8libw0UCAwHVk8HM_B7QCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B42_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ysusBGnJeY/WDN3gdnxHtI/AAAAAAAALrc/GPS3YhuxhEAXy8libw0UCAwHVk8HM_B7QCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B42_edited-1.jpg" width="530" /></a></div><br />The four chimney pots, the sun sparkling on the leaves, the red door--oh my!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2Uwu7an9OM/WDN3iqkDrnI/AAAAAAAALrg/q2OhUNxWlgc0YuvRJWpP8TneDpwuNuhdQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B43_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2Uwu7an9OM/WDN3iqkDrnI/AAAAAAAALrg/q2OhUNxWlgc0YuvRJWpP8TneDpwuNuhdQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B43_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfyb2qkyOMY/WDN3jqne6XI/AAAAAAAALrk/vOCbjj0OEr8pGCgQJb0ei9Y9622Vr6PuwCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B44_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfyb2qkyOMY/WDN3jqne6XI/AAAAAAAALrk/vOCbjj0OEr8pGCgQJb0ei9Y9622Vr6PuwCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B44_edited-1.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><br />I love churches of all shapes and sizes.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0l6lM4h6N8/WDN3-0yqhbI/AAAAAAAALro/06yBHiS4Nj0HYjlkhUrx5_nAZU8nb8qCgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B45_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="532" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0l6lM4h6N8/WDN3-0yqhbI/AAAAAAAALro/06yBHiS4Nj0HYjlkhUrx5_nAZU8nb8qCgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B45_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And the ocean--blue, white, silver gray or green--it's all beautiful to me!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jN8WtYqsuyA/WDN4BXmMHwI/AAAAAAAALrs/EMlDBW3DJM0U34mafR1UY3nkaPQSM86FgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B46_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jN8WtYqsuyA/WDN4BXmMHwI/AAAAAAAALrs/EMlDBW3DJM0U34mafR1UY3nkaPQSM86FgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B46_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I loved this building, too. Don't quote me but it might (I said might) be one of the school buildings.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e9NqFbwzcY/WDN4D5LcOyI/AAAAAAAALrw/Rg6GsD7CUrIffF3dC3rNnUZm9MfB-4bcQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B47_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e9NqFbwzcY/WDN4D5LcOyI/AAAAAAAALrw/Rg6GsD7CUrIffF3dC3rNnUZm9MfB-4bcQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B47_edited-1.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br />They look a bunch of gray elves all lined up. And the bike-it's rider was nowhere to be found.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qw-E5sipQ-Q/WDN4LsLtwaI/AAAAAAAALr0/iV4Wgf1x0282CDgQnOexJaFLJHf3FTJRACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B49_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qw-E5sipQ-Q/WDN4LsLtwaI/AAAAAAAALr0/iV4Wgf1x0282CDgQnOexJaFLJHf3FTJRACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B49_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Just like Ireland and England, there were far fewer roses than I expected to find. But the flower gardens were still very lovely.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aznBoJN-Hj0/WDN4ORHRaBI/AAAAAAAALr4/7b-Nk-sjaPUo1PooNBfdfWVkMDkTlncQACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B50_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aznBoJN-Hj0/WDN4ORHRaBI/AAAAAAAALr4/7b-Nk-sjaPUo1PooNBfdfWVkMDkTlncQACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B50_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I love mountains that are smudges against the sky. And those clouds! It's like they were painted on.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DLQeJYgUDk/WDN4WZTH3-I/AAAAAAAALr8/DlFmF7PUvNAalUvkP4tbFnmS0YkkAJH7QCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B51_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DLQeJYgUDk/WDN4WZTH3-I/AAAAAAAALr8/DlFmF7PUvNAalUvkP4tbFnmS0YkkAJH7QCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B51_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I really wanted to knock on the door of this house (wait, did I? It was nearly 18 months ago, how should I remember? But I took it's picture, so I know that I loved it and I still do) and see what it was like inside.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GENaIzVU7tE/WDN4lH8Bp7I/AAAAAAAALsA/4kwjPW98KKkBGznxXSggMEmDxtGEhXVZwCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B54_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GENaIzVU7tE/WDN4lH8Bp7I/AAAAAAAALsA/4kwjPW98KKkBGznxXSggMEmDxtGEhXVZwCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B54_edited-1.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br />Gray and green, gray and green, gray and green, if you say it fast enough, it sounds like gangrene. However, it doesn't look like anything of the sort. To me, it looks heavenly.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwsySF5PjdQ/WDN4p6tyUtI/AAAAAAAALsE/Z2Xw8C8-yVgZWANsDA9574R6Dd7ZKxywACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B56_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwsySF5PjdQ/WDN4p6tyUtI/AAAAAAAALsE/Z2Xw8C8-yVgZWANsDA9574R6Dd7ZKxywACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B56_edited-1.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br />A lovely garden along the side of a church. In St Andrews. (Have you already forgotten? Keep up!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS4kppqkXKs/WDN4sJkOPfI/AAAAAAAALsI/ubao42REFsESDQXpJ-neSssaecvH1tWawCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B57_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS4kppqkXKs/WDN4sJkOPfI/AAAAAAAALsI/ubao42REFsESDQXpJ-neSssaecvH1tWawCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B57_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The Russell Hotel. I had to take this photo for my sister who married a Russell, and very rightly so, I might add.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ_GvRvkNMc/WDN4vbg3tWI/AAAAAAAALsQ/RFo3ZSP9zNIHVax0u5BXmhs-k8RymHCEQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B58%2Bgolf%2Bclub%2Band%2Bshoes%2Bplanters_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ_GvRvkNMc/WDN4vbg3tWI/AAAAAAAALsQ/RFo3ZSP9zNIHVax0u5BXmhs-k8RymHCEQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B58%2Bgolf%2Bclub%2Band%2Bshoes%2Bplanters_edited-1.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br />This building, as proclaimed by both the clever flower containers and the plaque on the wall is the Ladies' Golf Union. (I doubt the Mens' Golf Union had such adorable flower planters. I don't remember seeing it, but that is most assuredly why not--no clever planters.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxc2vaOGbJk/WDN4xJ8N4uI/AAAAAAAALsU/kK8w78Lfths8DtjlN0j1YYnh83Ox_11lACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B59_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="470" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxc2vaOGbJk/WDN4xJ8N4uI/AAAAAAAALsU/kK8w78Lfths8DtjlN0j1YYnh83Ox_11lACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B59_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I think this must have been a restaurant. I just really like the thistle pattern. I first met a purple thistle when living in San Diego. (True story). They tend to pop up here and there in California and are treated like a weed, but they are quite, quite lovely.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x87PJSyUTQk/WDN5BOK-weI/AAAAAAAALsY/Eqx07ToE6WMxHKqO1DB1PTd0PLafyI5hgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B60_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x87PJSyUTQk/WDN5BOK-weI/AAAAAAAALsY/Eqx07ToE6WMxHKqO1DB1PTd0PLafyI5hgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B60_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Hard to believe any of the shops in town had any stock left after the Open, but here is evidence. Teddy bears galore. (I like the golf cart the best, though. I think it's smashing!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNgA5HrvKQ4/WDN5D4lL0YI/AAAAAAAALsc/12lOSYz0NAIaFbMXZbj2MlFMSzLksbNWACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B61b_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNgA5HrvKQ4/WDN5D4lL0YI/AAAAAAAALsc/12lOSYz0NAIaFbMXZbj2MlFMSzLksbNWACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B61b_edited-1.jpg" width="594" /></a></div><br />Another architectural delight in town.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oM3WaMz2ijk/WDN5HaZ3t9I/AAAAAAAALsg/kJd0FJ4ogSs2PvrN5KhhtqKOw89cbwj9gCLcB/s1600/d%2Bback%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcoach%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oM3WaMz2ijk/WDN5HaZ3t9I/AAAAAAAALsg/kJd0FJ4ogSs2PvrN5KhhtqKOw89cbwj9gCLcB/s640/d%2Bback%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcoach%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And here is the same delightful building from the coach as we drove away. It was sad to leave St Andrews after 1.5 hours (maybe it was more but it probably wasn't) but we were headed for a real treat--Glamis (pronounced GLAMS) Castle, the childhood home of Queen Elizabeth's (the second's) mum. Lilybet and her sister Margaret spent many a happy hour in the castle and so did we (er, that is to say ONE hour, but it was a happy one to be sure). But that will have to wait until Next Time . . .<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-87574557658967215922016-10-29T16:36:00.004-07:002016-10-29T16:36:42.097-07:00St. Andrews, Scotland: A Visit to the Graveyard on the Coast of Fife<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BXsDHwVmW8/WBUeRcCJxkI/AAAAAAAALoY/e_HOnlVt_xsjwa-XvGXvoXI3po3z_fnhwCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B19_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="444" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BXsDHwVmW8/WBUeRcCJxkI/AAAAAAAALoY/e_HOnlVt_xsjwa-XvGXvoXI3po3z_fnhwCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B19_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A view of the graveyard at St Andrews</span></div><br />There are a number of reasons why one blogs about their travels. A huge factor for me is simply documenting the trip for myself. I&nbsp;enjoy reliving the trip as I recreate it and knowing that it will be here for reference at a future date. I am nothing if not forgetful so I try to blog about my trips as soon as is do-able. &nbsp;However, I had two book deadlines coming up when I returned home from Scotland in July 2015 and I did not get to blog as much as I would have liked. As such, I made an error in the timeline. It is one that should hardly concern you, gentle reader, but for my own sake, I need to fix it. So, let it be known that the first day of the Scotland tour, I was sick and stayed in my room with my daughter as company. The second day she went off to see Holyrood Palace, (pictures of which I am yet to see), while I stayed again in my room. The third day, I rose from my sickbed and we boarded the bus bound first for St. Andrews (some of which will appear in this blog post) and on to Glamis Castle (scheduled for another post in the future) and on the fourth day (the fourth!) I stayed in the hotel again while my daughter went to Clava Cairns and Culloden Moor (to have missed that being one of the greatest tragedies of my life). &nbsp;So, now that things are all squared away in my head, I can return to our driving out of Edinburgh and heading towards the highlands.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7ZE9XoIG7A/WBUeTW8lpmI/AAAAAAAALoc/SpzcXG7VvPwceREqArGnnz2XyWZta_kxQCLcB/s1600/a%2Bleaving%2Bedin%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7ZE9XoIG7A/WBUeTW8lpmI/AAAAAAAALoc/SpzcXG7VvPwceREqArGnnz2XyWZta_kxQCLcB/s640/a%2Bleaving%2Bedin%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />These photos taken through the coach window as we drove through Edinburgh turned out really quite well. &nbsp;I am surprised.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gi31Bqd5n7A/WBUeUCS-m_I/AAAAAAAALog/suzrz_8vdPcMeItcUCzVSlKhZMLA6sSVgCLcB/s1600/a%2Bleaving%2Bedin%2B3_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gi31Bqd5n7A/WBUeUCS-m_I/AAAAAAAALog/suzrz_8vdPcMeItcUCzVSlKhZMLA6sSVgCLcB/s640/a%2Bleaving%2Bedin%2B3_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFTvESnepZk/WBUeVPpSjcI/AAAAAAAALok/3c94QZMZQlE3pj6pl7kEx3qW_i9_TODNwCLcB/s1600/a%2Bleaving%2Bedin%2B4_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFTvESnepZk/WBUeVPpSjcI/AAAAAAAALok/3c94QZMZQlE3pj6pl7kEx3qW_i9_TODNwCLcB/s640/a%2Bleaving%2Bedin%2B4_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Downtown Edinburgh, somewhere near Princes St. (I am guessing). <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZVflXNihPM/WBUeVycq42I/AAAAAAAALoo/FT02-WFiU3EJa2UvtBm60t0POYh2F7OMACLcB/s1600/b%2Btowards%2Bhighlands%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZVflXNihPM/WBUeVycq42I/AAAAAAAALoo/FT02-WFiU3EJa2UvtBm60t0POYh2F7OMACLcB/s640/b%2Btowards%2Bhighlands%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It was still quite early in the (misty) morning when we passed by the shadowed Forth Bridge built over the Firth of Forth; it is actually red. &nbsp;You can read about it <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forth_Bridge" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.</span>&nbsp;For those who&nbsp;are disinclined to click on links, it is the second-largest single cantilevered span in the world and was opened in 1890 by Prince Albert of Queen Victoria fame. (What makes me think he would not cherish that designation?)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pn2ezTS0kfI/WBUeanuHK_I/AAAAAAAALos/5OdVpmdCvnEw7_9DFNRMyjPkTj9K4UeEgCLcB/s1600/b%2Btowards%2Bhighlands%2B5_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pn2ezTS0kfI/WBUeanuHK_I/AAAAAAAALos/5OdVpmdCvnEw7_9DFNRMyjPkTj9K4UeEgCLcB/s640/b%2Btowards%2Bhighlands%2B5_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;We entered the city through the West Port, one of the few ports (or town gates) that still exist in Scotland. Per Wikipedia: The central archway which displays semi-octagonal "rownds" and "battling" is supported by corbelling and neatly moulded passageways. &nbsp;Side arches and relief panels were added to the port, during hte reconstruction between 1843-1845.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdaT4CEaxZI/WBUesBr9w-I/AAAAAAAALo0/ri5VPNA2no8ae11r5PbZxftw0vRlZZVQQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B12_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdaT4CEaxZI/WBUesBr9w-I/AAAAAAAALo0/ri5VPNA2no8ae11r5PbZxftw0vRlZZVQQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B12_edited-1.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br />St. Andrews is not large but there is a lot to see. It houses a university (the very one attended by Prince William where he met Kate Middleton), a world-famous golf course (we were there just a few days after the big tournament in July) and lots of ruins. I have so many photos that I am splitting St. Andrews into two posts. In honor of Halloween, I am sticking to photos of the burial grounds at the Cathedral of St. Andrew. &nbsp;This 100 foot wall is most of what is left of the cathedral built in 1158. (1158!!!) <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQTPzFtd_gU/WBUeuE5j9OI/AAAAAAAALo4/OnkbAAB1_pMdxLWv0dXnYN2jt1D5KGRGQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B13%2Bcemetery_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQTPzFtd_gU/WBUeuE5j9OI/AAAAAAAALo4/OnkbAAB1_pMdxLWv0dXnYN2jt1D5KGRGQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B13%2Bcemetery_edited-1.jpg" width="632" /></a></div><br /><br />It does rather dominate the landscape. &nbsp;It's also so very Scottish.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMpU21gQb24/WBUem7ojjJI/AAAAAAAALow/r3gmOwfsitw-EUxQ2o__poyg8VvH4BE8QCEw/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B16_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMpU21gQb24/WBUem7ojjJI/AAAAAAAALow/r3gmOwfsitw-EUxQ2o__poyg8VvH4BE8QCEw/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B16_edited-1.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br />This amazing structure is St. Rule's tower. &nbsp;It predates the cathedral and served as the church of the priory. It was retained as a place of worship while the cathedral was constructed. The tower originally was part of the church built in the 11th century to house the relics of St. Andrew.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f33aKQmfTNQ/WBUfIP2MPmI/AAAAAAAALpA/xzhuvp7lJ2YSRdybLmWVvTi_72SDU7xmACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B17_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f33aKQmfTNQ/WBUfIP2MPmI/AAAAAAAALpA/xzhuvp7lJ2YSRdybLmWVvTi_72SDU7xmACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B17_edited-1.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br />Not sure what the blue netting draping the building in the background is for but it might have had something to do with the golf "open". (I do not play or watch golf. Does it show?) This tower has stood for over 1000 years. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-acbSmfXPDdY/WBUfLmOLroI/AAAAAAAALpE/tkA_8AqpuLAgkQ6kVrzGf_maYiyJRePngCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B19_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="444" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-acbSmfXPDdY/WBUfLmOLroI/AAAAAAAALpE/tkA_8AqpuLAgkQ6kVrzGf_maYiyJRePngCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B19_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I was tickled when I finally saw my photos on the large computer screen and spotted these two stone cottages, neighbors to the cathedral grounds. &nbsp;They are so beautiful.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_cYt8T6UIk/WBUfNZbgeQI/AAAAAAAALpI/YfDK_qBEaIQCfaAqmSRuDubQBifc0xO-ACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B20_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="554" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_cYt8T6UIk/WBUfNZbgeQI/AAAAAAAALpI/YfDK_qBEaIQCfaAqmSRuDubQBifc0xO-ACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B20_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;The blue door is stunning, isn't it?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfQntiYxRRM/WBUfUiAaqJI/AAAAAAAALpQ/WJ3OuLxK7XMQ05tQew1HK0gHHvCRCh7KwCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B22%2Bcemetery_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfQntiYxRRM/WBUfUiAaqJI/AAAAAAAALpQ/WJ3OuLxK7XMQ05tQew1HK0gHHvCRCh7KwCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B22%2Bcemetery_edited-1.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />We went around on a different path and again spotted the second cottage through the gated entrance in a stone wall.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w_YVRzC9I4/WBUfPgn2ipI/AAAAAAAALqA/yMrpiVtSk2AOuqm_6ygF7AIV4gk5BVZMwCEw/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B21_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w_YVRzC9I4/WBUfPgn2ipI/AAAAAAAALqA/yMrpiVtSk2AOuqm_6ygF7AIV4gk5BVZMwCEw/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B21_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I never got close enough to tell if these flowers are roses or peonies or something different, but they showed up in a lot of my photos. Beautiful!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8czZi_WwyNE/WBUfYjqp1DI/AAAAAAAALpY/--rG1cfoXH0Fd6gunvvL-PspivCC3lhIACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B25_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8czZi_WwyNE/WBUfYjqp1DI/AAAAAAAALpY/--rG1cfoXH0Fd6gunvvL-PspivCC3lhIACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B25_edited-1.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Another view of this beautiful building.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7wlTbumyHw/WBUfnObHArI/AAAAAAAALpc/txiN7Gnr7i40Gz8JOeOGQLVKkfEKWQCTACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B26_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7wlTbumyHw/WBUfnObHArI/AAAAAAAALpc/txiN7Gnr7i40Gz8JOeOGQLVKkfEKWQCTACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B26_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Another view of St. Rule's tower. It was one of those partly cloudy days during which sometimes it was beautifully sunny and sometimes it was gorgeously gray.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CMS9WWvqz4/WBUfr4U2y3I/AAAAAAAALpg/ETlLIq8ZKIczqbct_5fj1CQMkp69Bo7ogCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B27_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CMS9WWvqz4/WBUfr4U2y3I/AAAAAAAALpg/ETlLIq8ZKIczqbct_5fj1CQMkp69Bo7ogCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B27_edited-1.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><br />I love the seagull wheeling around in the sky. &nbsp;St. Andrews is on the east coast of Fife and the ocean is just a stone's throw away, including more of Mr. Seagull's friends. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYOiZ44enIg/WBUfvtU_KNI/AAAAAAAALpo/vjjoz7ZCtDUB8FKojt2pCM5SfHDKV5fdQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B28_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYOiZ44enIg/WBUfvtU_KNI/AAAAAAAALpo/vjjoz7ZCtDUB8FKojt2pCM5SfHDKV5fdQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B28_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRwnRNouSBs/WBUgB9CjuNI/AAAAAAAALpw/Ih5Ymloc32AU2siKQm8qngQyu9Olf44wgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B30_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRwnRNouSBs/WBUgB9CjuNI/AAAAAAAALpw/Ih5Ymloc32AU2siKQm8qngQyu9Olf44wgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B30_edited-1.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br />There are a number of famous people buried here, including a clan chief of the Clan McLeod, known as The Wicked Man and Andrew Kirkaldy, golfer. (The tombstone with the golfer on it belongs to someone else though I don't know who.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__gW_0UnLZ8/WBUgET19GLI/AAAAAAAALp0/dFr1687sZtsUVP0lNprGpkp0r9ngVNcuQCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B31_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__gW_0UnLZ8/WBUgET19GLI/AAAAAAAALp0/dFr1687sZtsUVP0lNprGpkp0r9ngVNcuQCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B31_edited-1.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br />See the wee young lass in the bottom right-hand corner? &nbsp;This is one very tall wall.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOPAwyq7S0Q/WBUgIgtP6GI/AAAAAAAALp4/4VBQce6cmz8MtI3D7IdxbYW1lzRlYDdtACLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B32_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOPAwyq7S0Q/WBUgIgtP6GI/AAAAAAAALp4/4VBQce6cmz8MtI3D7IdxbYW1lzRlYDdtACLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B32_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />I love cemeteries and graveyards, especially in the U.K with the weathered gray tombstones against the brilliant green grass. &nbsp;I had to laugh at the tombstone on the right, however. &nbsp;I make out the surname at the top to be "Erect". I doubt there is a totally erect tombstone in the entire place. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCwCemJZpTs/WBUgKRoy8yI/AAAAAAAALp8/LY8yunYnc2E4q8kjwxsnBSYlc8UtFxVPgCLcB/s1600/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B33_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCwCemJZpTs/WBUgKRoy8yI/AAAAAAAALp8/LY8yunYnc2E4q8kjwxsnBSYlc8UtFxVPgCLcB/s640/c%2Bst%2Bandrews%2B33_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Next time: The town of St. Andrew's and the famous golf course that looks out over the sea. Go to "older posts" to see my other natterings about my travels to Ireland and England.<br /><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-73119743320594829202016-08-25T17:43:00.001-07:002016-10-13T09:00:00.119-07:00An Afternoon in Edinburgh Scotland and a Visit to the Mythical Rosslyn Chapel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--o29TrETkqw/V6tw1-S317I/AAAAAAAALc0/1l8W6WkG1jAO2KZghR5X4DW1vQ2QPhrvQCLcB/s1600/headed%2B7%2Bthe%2Bcity%2Boutlander%2Bstyle%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--o29TrETkqw/V6tw1-S317I/AAAAAAAALc0/1l8W6WkG1jAO2KZghR5X4DW1vQ2QPhrvQCLcB/s640/headed%2B7%2Bthe%2Bcity%2Boutlander%2Bstyle%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Cheek-upon-jowl" is how author Diana Gabaldon describes the medieval portion of Edingburgh. &nbsp;I was very curious to see this speaking description in real life. &nbsp;This photo that I snapped as we walked to the bus stop on our way to Rosslyn Chapel proves what an excellent job Edinburgh does of living up to the definition. &nbsp;But first, we had to arrive in Scotland, which we did the day after the London photo shoot in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingston_upon_Thames#Landmarks" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Kingston Upon Thames</span></a> which can be read about <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-day-that-oer-river-liffey-power-of.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EO08EFdWbUE/V6t3ZYSjQmI/AAAAAAAALek/E8d8hAmU86kjmFF76oIdeRukZtfwwhwtgCLcB/s1600/Edinburgh%2B1%2BDonaldsons%2527s%2Bschool%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bdeaf%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EO08EFdWbUE/V6t3ZYSjQmI/AAAAAAAALek/E8d8hAmU86kjmFF76oIdeRukZtfwwhwtgCLcB/s640/Edinburgh%2B1%2BDonaldsons%2527s%2Bschool%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bdeaf%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The tale of how we made it, finally, at Heathrow, (none of it my fault) and the debacle at the airport (all of it my fault) is fodder for hilarity, but it would involve being rude about others, none of whom are my daughter, so I will just say that it was an eventful journey from Bayswater to Edinburgh. &nbsp;We were picked up at the airport by a friendly driver who took us past what he feels to be the most beautiful building in the city. &nbsp;Donaldson's School for the Deaf has been in operation since the 1800's and is currently located in the Haymarket section of the city. &nbsp;I believe he said that it is closed now, but I am having a hard time remembering much of that day as I was coming down with either a new virus (I got sick when we were in Scotland as part of the England coach tour we were on the week previous) or a repeat of the old one.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIMv0QKN9jM/V6t3Z6BAnmI/AAAAAAAALeo/fZibYOZgRFccgYJ22lIYtO2ROKRyNidrwCLcB/s1600/edinburgh%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yIMv0QKN9jM/V6t3Z6BAnmI/AAAAAAAALeo/fZibYOZgRFccgYJ22lIYtO2ROKRyNidrwCLcB/s640/edinburgh%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />He was either <i>super</i> nice or a <i>super</i> big fan of this building because he actually pulled over so that we could get out and take photos. &nbsp;Every other driver we have had on our travels has been in a <i>super</i>&nbsp;(the word super being my latest guilty pleasure as a writer) big hurry, so we were impressed. &nbsp;Don't you just love the copper minarets? &nbsp;Each of them has an elaborate filigree metal piece--a common sight in Edinburgh. &nbsp;Not sure if they double as a lightning rod or not but they do add a lot to the beauty of the building. &nbsp;Next we arrived at our hotel, a lovely Georgian building in the H<span class="">aymarke</span>t which is the opposite side of town from where we stayed before in the Grassmarket. &nbsp;(What is with these straw type names? &nbsp;I KNOW! &nbsp;Which is to say, I DON'T.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpjGR4N3fy4/V6t3cgh_dkI/AAAAAAAALes/qM7pvxA9Zdo1D1J1TzgIvEI2PzyuLZiSACLcB/s1600/edinburgh%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpjGR4N3fy4/V6t3cgh_dkI/AAAAAAAALes/qM7pvxA9Zdo1D1J1TzgIvEI2PzyuLZiSACLcB/s640/edinburgh%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I adore cherubs and this Georgian-era hotel had quite a few to enjoy, and from every angle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOzUKQT7jhI/V6t3dFMqc2I/AAAAAAAALew/3y4WV6uJq7cKaHIAZN7tHCrSXOZGDjEgwCLcB/s1600/edinburgh%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="374" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOzUKQT7jhI/V6t3dFMqc2I/AAAAAAAALew/3y4WV6uJq7cKaHIAZN7tHCrSXOZGDjEgwCLcB/s640/edinburgh%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The best part, however, was arriving at the hotel and seeing Alacoque, our Ireland tour guide, waiting for us in the lobby/foyer (what do they call it in Scotland? &nbsp;I don't know.) We chose this coach tour of Scotland specifically so that she would be our tour guide--she's the best in the business! &nbsp;It was so fun to catch up and then we were off to our room.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbeZZwVntCI/V6t3g90__JI/AAAAAAAALe0/SZ0tJc0foQYZtwN_bFZ12j_aYpkVfF1iwCLcB/s1600/edinburgh%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbeZZwVntCI/V6t3g90__JI/AAAAAAAALe0/SZ0tJc0foQYZtwN_bFZ12j_aYpkVfF1iwCLcB/s640/edinburgh%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was my favorite room of the entire two-tour trip. &nbsp;I had a marvelous view of the Georgian buildings across the street and the windows had the paneled shutters that I dream of having in my own home someday (it requires thick walls, an architectural feature that has not been included in California&nbsp;structures since roughly the adobe period). &nbsp;It sported two generous-sized beds and was very comfortable in many ways. &nbsp;This was a blessing because we would be spending three nights in this room, and I would be spending two of our&nbsp;days in Edinburgh in bed with a fever. &nbsp;This room made being sick somewhat of a pleasure.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYSfVRoevaY/V7xu9zS_1kI/AAAAAAAALlA/rBX600WIYzIPTfvU1KDn6LrducD01hcGwCLcB/s1600/mary%2Bat%2Bcava%2Bcairns%2Bor%2Bculloden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYSfVRoevaY/V7xu9zS_1kI/AAAAAAAALlA/rBX600WIYzIPTfvU1KDn6LrducD01hcGwCLcB/s640/mary%2Bat%2Bcava%2Bcairns%2Bor%2Bculloden.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By dinnertime the evening of our arrival, my fever had spiked. &nbsp;My daughter spent the next day in the hotel with me, seeing to all of my needs. &nbsp;May I just take a moment to make a recommendation? &nbsp;Daughters--have 'em. &nbsp;They are a great comfort. &nbsp;She went down to the reception desk and made sure that I had free wifi and as much gluten free toast as I wished sent up to our room. &nbsp;She also spent a good chunk of change on bottled water for me. &nbsp;(I am a delicate-snowflake-princess-and-the-pea kind of water drinker.) She also called a doctor and made an appointment, called a cab and provided an arm to lean on for the trip. &nbsp;(I am a delicate-snowflake-princess-and-the-pea kind of fever victim.) &nbsp;The doctor's opinion was that I had a second virus, one with the exact same symptoms of four days prior and that I might need antibiotics but refused to prescribe them. &nbsp;(I have pretty much decided that Scotland is not a healthy place for me.) Since most of what we were doing that day was a repeat of what we had seen during the Edinburgh portion of the England tour we had done the week previous, my daughter didn't miss out on too much. &nbsp;However, the next day I insisted that she go and see Culloden and the Clava Cairns. &nbsp;Many thanks to our friend Nancy for this photo of Mary at the latter. &nbsp;As all can see, it is a place that commands reverence. &nbsp; (Note to self: I got this wrong. In light of my sickness at the time, I can't truly be expected to get it right. However, since the number one reason that I do these blog posts is so that I can have an accurate record of my travels. So, I am forced to make a correction here: &nbsp;Day #1--my daughter stayed in the hotel with me. &nbsp;Day #2 I felt better so I went to Glamis Castle. &nbsp;Day #3, I felt sick again and stayed in while she went to Holyrood and I stayed in. &nbsp;That afternoon and evening, we went to Rosslyn and walked around Edinburgh. So, this post is totally messed up, as is my brain.) (And, sadly, I still might not be remembering this right.) &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdii5w3P48U/V6tw3zT6dsI/AAAAAAAALc4/TCuSJQR364gJMzHxaL9IaMrFmo5eak8dwCLcB/s1600/headed%2B1%2Bto%2BRoslyn%2BChapel%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="506" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xdii5w3P48U/V6tw3zT6dsI/AAAAAAAALc4/TCuSJQR364gJMzHxaL9IaMrFmo5eak8dwCLcB/s640/headed%2B1%2Bto%2BRoslyn%2BChapel%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />When my daughter returned that afternoon, I was feeling better, so we ventured out to find our way to <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.rosslynchapel.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Rosslyn Chapel</span>. </a>&nbsp; </span><span style="color: red;">Our journey took us along</span><span style="color: red;">&nbsp;</span>Princes Street where we passed the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scott_Monument" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Scott Monument</span>&nbsp;</a>, the imposing Victorian-era edifice that can be seen from miles around. &nbsp;It was raining, but that is summer in Scotland.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k8w5veISssc/V6tw4_tLomI/AAAAAAAALc8/M-rbkmH4hXgU0eLI4YZIBvWluJmi31enQCLcB/s1600/headed%2B2%2BScott%2Bmemorial%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k8w5veISssc/V6tw4_tLomI/AAAAAAAALc8/M-rbkmH4hXgU0eLI4YZIBvWluJmi31enQCLcB/s640/headed%2B2%2BScott%2Bmemorial%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />A view down Princes Street. &nbsp;Edinburgh is a very cosmopolitan city that reminded me a lot of San Francisco, but more intimate and safer. &nbsp;(Love you, San Francisco!) &nbsp;It was bustling with activity but no one seemed to be in a huge hurry (still love you, SF!)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZxQxx-06Gc/V6tw50d-NJI/AAAAAAAALdA/xk3gnNoXCwYjLU5ATQtQYCH9htrdL-r_gCLcB/s1600/headed%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZxQxx-06Gc/V6tw50d-NJI/AAAAAAAALdA/xk3gnNoXCwYjLU5ATQtQYCH9htrdL-r_gCLcB/s640/headed%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>This building is so much taller than it appears to be from down here. &nbsp;(See first photo of post.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHGVOwP-Gqo/V6tw7_47cSI/AAAAAAAALdI/q0XOzOi2FbAX9rk_O0CA7tfWVLVrGbI-gCLcB/s1600/headed%2B5%2Bscott%2Bmemorial%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHGVOwP-Gqo/V6tw7_47cSI/AAAAAAAALdI/q0XOzOi2FbAX9rk_O0CA7tfWVLVrGbI-gCLcB/s640/headed%2B5%2Bscott%2Bmemorial%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I did use the word imposing, right? &nbsp;It reminds me of the spaceship/palace in Krull. &nbsp;(Incidentally, a recent viewing of this movie, which I hadn't seen since it came out in theaters in the 1980's, revealed that Liam Neeson (!) plays the cyclops who nobly gives his life for the others. &nbsp;Who knew?)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cs7vCRDAd78/V6tw8XjziAI/AAAAAAAALdM/7nlYtlusFdspN6OD9q3pTfKOJAD3xIJjgCLcB/s1600/headed%2B6%2Bscott%2Bmonument%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cs7vCRDAd78/V6tw8XjziAI/AAAAAAAALdM/7nlYtlusFdspN6OD9q3pTfKOJAD3xIJjgCLcB/s640/headed%2B6%2Bscott%2Bmonument%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />There is the man himself. &nbsp;I wonder what he would have thought of this?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrS4WvLShTw/V6txGMqa93I/AAAAAAAALdg/_N11VdbeyzoD11TDNE9-DrSrsloELzZvwCLcB/s1600/headed%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrS4WvLShTw/V6txGMqa93I/AAAAAAAALdg/_N11VdbeyzoD11TDNE9-DrSrsloELzZvwCLcB/s640/headed%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I believe this is a hotel. &nbsp;I love its rather brash name. &nbsp;There's something almost cheeky about it. &nbsp;It would be like a hotel in San Francisco that called itself The American. &nbsp;(There is one in S.F. called the Hotel Utah which makes me scratch my head every time we pass by it. &nbsp;Okay, so I had to google it--it's a bar and has been for over one hundred years. &nbsp;Who knew?) &nbsp;By this time we passed this cheeky establishment, we had to get out our umbrellas whilst we waited for a bus to take us out to Rosslyn Chapel. &nbsp;Someone very kindly pointed out that we were waiting in the wrong place and helped us "get sorted" as they say across the pond. &nbsp;We were grateful. &nbsp;It is only seven miles from the city center to the town of Roslin (I don't know--yet--the reason for the difference in spelling but google is only a mouse click away) and an easy walk down a lovely street that turned into a lovely lane that turned into the lovely entrance to the lovely chapel grounds.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVTeL5STAjE/V6ty7VD8mRI/AAAAAAAALd4/QzAMfDQmBtwREo3QXJ68vXloOM8hIn-uACLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVTeL5STAjE/V6ty7VD8mRI/AAAAAAAALd4/QzAMfDQmBtwREo3QXJ68vXloOM8hIn-uACLcB/s640/roslyn%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was greatly smitten by all of the carving and the different colors of stone.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-At4icn66DPQ/V6ty56MRvLI/AAAAAAAALd0/4BSXtwPysDkrpUaDEm5XJqOjdyvUntuOQCLcB/s1600/Roslyn%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-At4icn66DPQ/V6ty56MRvLI/AAAAAAAALd0/4BSXtwPysDkrpUaDEm5XJqOjdyvUntuOQCLcB/s640/Roslyn%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>There were faces, gargoyles and statue niches galore. &nbsp;I was in heaven! &nbsp;Sadly, photographs are not allowed inside the building but it is a fascinating, beautiful, atmospheric place. &nbsp;There is an hour-long BBC program on it that is available somewhere that I highly recommend. &nbsp;It gives a better view of the treasures that are too high to see with the naked eye.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdmLgJyjxfI/V6ty-tTp2KI/AAAAAAAALd8/Iv0jwT8U7CY9XZE72RQxeElm67IlZR-yACLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdmLgJyjxfI/V6ty-tTp2KI/AAAAAAAALd8/Iv0jwT8U7CY9XZE72RQxeElm67IlZR-yACLcB/s640/roslyn%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>It was closing time so we only had about fifteen minutes inside of the chapel. &nbsp;All too soon we were back outside again. &nbsp;(I can never get enough of stone walls.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMWOJrp9bnk/V6tzBhVJPeI/AAAAAAAALeE/oAMVBOh8lt4w7mKiY2yIEGuXF8QYIuU7gCLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMWOJrp9bnk/V6tzBhVJPeI/AAAAAAAALeE/oAMVBOh8lt4w7mKiY2yIEGuXF8QYIuU7gCLcB/s640/roslyn%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><br />The grounds around the chapel.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjUicPgCcwE/V6tzDqfQdPI/AAAAAAAALeI/DTOldt5D568_upaEbahrtH43cLioZMmAgCLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjUicPgCcwE/V6tzDqfQdPI/AAAAAAAALeI/DTOldt5D568_upaEbahrtH43cLioZMmAgCLcB/s640/roslyn%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />These windows glow with such depth and color at night (or so say the photos I have seen).<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xF8_Zu9FWGU/V7cpeeHBTyI/AAAAAAAALjI/37tpv5hcouMUu5cj-fRY1RGU0qPP8iFIQCLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B27b%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xF8_Zu9FWGU/V7cpeeHBTyI/AAAAAAAALjI/37tpv5hcouMUu5cj-fRY1RGU0qPP8iFIQCLcB/s640/roslyn%2B27b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Finally, we were forced to take our leave.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZMet_1MUXQ/V7cpgtjyjAI/AAAAAAAALjM/4EmZ1tbUfFo9LzWZ5NA6mJL2Dkjrd6FZQCLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZMet_1MUXQ/V7cpgtjyjAI/AAAAAAAALjM/4EmZ1tbUfFo9LzWZ5NA6mJL2Dkjrd6FZQCLcB/s640/roslyn%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br />The chapel is part of a much larger complex of buildings and is on the grounds of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roslin_Castle" style="color: red;" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Roslin/Rosslyn Castle. </span>&nbsp;</a>This wonderful door belongs to an out-building that we passed on our way out again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EM76AAeTDTo/V7cphSOMDtI/AAAAAAAALjQ/eAM3nu0qwfA4kD32ohw9fi69wBvWrGowACLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EM76AAeTDTo/V7cphSOMDtI/AAAAAAAALjQ/eAM3nu0qwfA4kD32ohw9fi69wBvWrGowACLcB/s640/roslyn%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" width="622" /></a></div><br />A peek at the chapel over the wall as we walked away.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lZgEFnZX84/V7cpjAknZ6I/AAAAAAAALjU/-h3WeJvEgwoUZVzRP3iRzoaCFcHLzYMfgCLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lZgEFnZX84/V7cpjAknZ6I/AAAAAAAALjU/-h3WeJvEgwoUZVzRP3iRzoaCFcHLzYMfgCLcB/s640/roslyn%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gitcbRoZYQA/V7cpkUSWEVI/AAAAAAAALjY/u0xs0omsP7EbwiynEx5nK4M2Owge0jA1ACLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gitcbRoZYQA/V7cpkUSWEVI/AAAAAAAALjY/u0xs0omsP7EbwiynEx5nK4M2Owge0jA1ACLcB/s640/roslyn%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><br />Another outbuilding.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAEKwe6YfK8/V7cpmdcsODI/AAAAAAAALjc/a0cUR5lYnWgKPSN5uZCKB3xcoVij2usSQCLcB/s1600/roslyn%2B32%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OAEKwe6YfK8/V7cpmdcsODI/AAAAAAAALjc/a0cUR5lYnWgKPSN5uZCKB3xcoVij2usSQCLcB/s640/roslyn%2B32%2Bcopy.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExxLN_z5Tjo/V7cqGkWUIJI/AAAAAAAALjg/Pyzh6bL6neoeV6Nm0y3O5EXs34dqhZZXQCLcB/s1600/walking%2Bback%2Bto%2Bbus%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExxLN_z5Tjo/V7cqGkWUIJI/AAAAAAAALjg/Pyzh6bL6neoeV6Nm0y3O5EXs34dqhZZXQCLcB/s640/walking%2Bback%2Bto%2Bbus%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />In spite of the rain, it was a beautiful evening.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e0ZjHT39OA/V7iAA02YlyI/AAAAAAAALkI/juA2gilZ4X44JkeLi7wH4OgIRJD_U8FSwCLcB/s1600/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e0ZjHT39OA/V7iAA02YlyI/AAAAAAAALkI/juA2gilZ4X44JkeLi7wH4OgIRJD_U8FSwCLcB/s640/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Once we got off of the bus, it was back down Princes Street again and the Scott Monument.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op9bTuklZBE/V7iACwxoxVI/AAAAAAAALkQ/ylk0VM1owYoOCzkL7p6pXriyap0638MwgCLcB/s1600/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op9bTuklZBE/V7iACwxoxVI/AAAAAAAALkQ/ylk0VM1owYoOCzkL7p6pXriyap0638MwgCLcB/s640/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZkV_qAHrYE/V7iAFRgmEdI/AAAAAAAALkU/fdJ3keuTk5oLysFNkLt_hkB91SyjwwujwCLcB/s1600/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZkV_qAHrYE/V7iAFRgmEdI/AAAAAAAALkU/fdJ3keuTk5oLysFNkLt_hkB91SyjwwujwCLcB/s640/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Just another U.K. ferris wheel that my daughter did NOT get to ride.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieNvNv7HhyE/V7iAJkcWmNI/AAAAAAAALkc/0Wid_hj59xAQLGLxXMRYzeHKRNroy60vgCLcB/s1600/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="410" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieNvNv7HhyE/V7iAJkcWmNI/AAAAAAAALkc/0Wid_hj59xAQLGLxXMRYzeHKRNroy60vgCLcB/s640/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Edinburgh castle from the Haymarket side of town.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EjVCSGKkCc/V7iALhzMiRI/AAAAAAAALkg/aSa1ewByZv4Yq01c3myDWNBDFeDGUbbUACLcB/s1600/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EjVCSGKkCc/V7iALhzMiRI/AAAAAAAALkg/aSa1ewByZv4Yq01c3myDWNBDFeDGUbbUACLcB/s640/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><br />Green, gray, green, gray, green, gray, and black. &nbsp;It is my new favorite color scheme.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_Mtj97DtlI/V7iAPDV0SOI/AAAAAAAALko/iVQ9Kekc9eE7SuQ-eBnOYS5bmaOi9TOcwCLcB/s1600/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_Mtj97DtlI/V7iAPDV0SOI/AAAAAAAALko/iVQ9Kekc9eE7SuQ-eBnOYS5bmaOi9TOcwCLcB/s640/wandering%2Bedinburgh%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzq4XF2RAV4/V7Hp_TMCTtI/AAAAAAAALfs/7Xg_nZMBImcfX7alTLLfAsLHEGkKUGXHACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzq4XF2RAV4/V7Hp_TMCTtI/AAAAAAAALfs/7Xg_nZMBImcfX7alTLLfAsLHEGkKUGXHACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><br />My husband and I recently celebrated thirty years of marriage. &nbsp;We are having such a busy summer with so many comings and goings, we could only manage a day away together. &nbsp;Since Berkeley is an easy-breezy drive from our home, we chose it as our celebration destination. &nbsp;Our first stop was The Cellar Thrift store on Channing Way. &nbsp;It is located in the basement of &nbsp;the First Congregational Church, which is a lovely building, as lovely as any I have seen in England, Scotland and Ireland. &nbsp;It was my first visit to this particular thrift store and I was tickled to find a few incredibly priced treasures to commemorate the day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SayGEozGPwY/V7HqDCFGOMI/AAAAAAAALf0/C1gpobKPte0PYoG8T7bt4KqtXbcqdc-mACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B2%2Bold%2Bchurch%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SayGEozGPwY/V7HqDCFGOMI/AAAAAAAALf0/C1gpobKPte0PYoG8T7bt4KqtXbcqdc-mACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B2%2Bold%2Bchurch%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />It was a stunning day, not too hot, not too cold, with plenty of sunshine.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSLzADbi2LQ/V7HqCOj-_xI/AAAAAAAALfw/S1QVBtn-22cqhC5qor8gSy-fXVrjDyJ0wCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B3%2Bpicante%2Brestaurant%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="494" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSLzADbi2LQ/V7HqCOj-_xI/AAAAAAAALfw/S1QVBtn-22cqhC5qor8gSy-fXVrjDyJ0wCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B3%2Bpicante%2Brestaurant%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We had lunch at a wonderful fast-food style Mexican restaurant called Picante. &nbsp;You can make out the name in the shadow above--so clever! &nbsp;I highly recommend this place. &nbsp;They have a dedicated parking lot across the street (super important when driving in Berkeley) a large facility with a number of dining areas, a nice outdoor eating area, great food, and fast service.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJrghsd9ry4/V7HqFS44M1I/AAAAAAAALf4/rlQRyKSINRI_suyoiSog61wllwCDtPFRQCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJrghsd9ry4/V7HqFS44M1I/AAAAAAAALf4/rlQRyKSINRI_suyoiSog61wllwCDtPFRQCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I was enchanted by the multi-colored perforated paper, each one with the name of the place, that lined the entire ceiling of the room we were in. &nbsp;This photo does not do it justice.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5igfzA9Um4/V7HqF-VXRXI/AAAAAAAALf8/fLIjJ2qXHxofC9BOuhFXIpQzrG1sJ6PxACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5igfzA9Um4/V7HqF-VXRXI/AAAAAAAALf8/fLIjJ2qXHxofC9BOuhFXIpQzrG1sJ6PxACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="614" /></a></div><br />After lunch, we drove to the Marina to take in the sea breeze. &nbsp;I am fairly certain that "sea-breeze" has been proven to be medically beneficial. &nbsp;It definitely lowers my blood pressure with the very first whiff.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQUtAGOhjTY/V7M5xWnKGSI/AAAAAAAALhk/aduY4MPaw9QFDmhqzFk6zX-MMmZN_MaqACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B5%2Bmarina%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQUtAGOhjTY/V7M5xWnKGSI/AAAAAAAALhk/aduY4MPaw9QFDmhqzFk6zX-MMmZN_MaqACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B5%2Bmarina%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The pier is closed due to ricketyness (a word that I am positive is official by now) but it in no way impeded our view of the sailboats. &nbsp;While we were there, we witnessed some fishermen, one of whom captured a baby shark. &nbsp;People seemed to come out of thin air to cluster around the little shark dangling from the line. &nbsp;Everyone (but us--what were we thinking?) took photos and had a bonding moment until, finally, the fisherman released the baby shark back into the surf.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CW88OEy15qE/V7HqSeoMCOI/AAAAAAAALgE/S1VjkasWh2oiLmGk2sRtEVSJrhdLe17HQCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B7%2Bcottage%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CW88OEy15qE/V7HqSeoMCOI/AAAAAAAALgE/S1VjkasWh2oiLmGk2sRtEVSJrhdLe17HQCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B7%2Bcottage%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />We learned that there is a rose garden in Berkeley, so off we went to explore it. &nbsp;It is smack dab in the middle of a residential neighborhood--I shot this photo of someone's front gate as we walked from our parking spot to the garden. &nbsp;Parking was slim due to a photo shoot for a young lady's Quinceanera. &nbsp;Her colors were rose red and black, and it made for a striking contrast in the beautiful garden.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjEWITAeQXs/V7M57t-vsgI/AAAAAAAALho/n943p0NYoygSXCp598LeZdEOcSGKMgJVACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjEWITAeQXs/V7M57t-vsgI/AAAAAAAALho/n943p0NYoygSXCp598LeZdEOcSGKMgJVACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The top of the garden offers a view of the ocean off in the distance. &nbsp;To the right is a tennis court and each end of this cement wall offers a set of stairs that descend into the garden which is terraced into the side of the mountain.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGM_sFM0MHE/V7HqWNC3oGI/AAAAAAAALgI/TcdIH2yONo4NSMXHRrREyftgtuj4IdkKgCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B8%2Brose%2Bgarden%2Bjacques%2Bcartier%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGM_sFM0MHE/V7HqWNC3oGI/AAAAAAAALgI/TcdIH2yONo4NSMXHRrREyftgtuj4IdkKgCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B8%2Brose%2Bgarden%2Bjacques%2Bcartier%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The week previous had been quite hot, even in Berkeley, and most of the roses looked rather verklempt. &nbsp;They smelled like absolute heaven, however. &nbsp;This one is named Jacques Cartier. &nbsp;Why not? &nbsp;Each cluster of pink petals is certainly like a jewel.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bx_NwBEDGI/V7M6gC0YTQI/AAAAAAAALhs/d9K0rHqky04TL3GoT5Yb5ScBLTEwMep6wCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B9%2Brose%2Bgarden%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0bx_NwBEDGI/V7M6gC0YTQI/AAAAAAAALhs/d9K0rHqky04TL3GoT5Yb5ScBLTEwMep6wCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B9%2Brose%2Bgarden%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The farther down you descend into the garden, the more shadowed and forested the area. &nbsp;It was an absolutely beautiful place to visit with a variety of nature tones to enjoy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxTxR9J2HPU/V7M4R00D24I/AAAAAAAALhA/wWDJY1JmtkwrSPDomAZZmumiY8RfLOU6ACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxTxR9J2HPU/V7M4R00D24I/AAAAAAAALhA/wWDJY1JmtkwrSPDomAZZmumiY8RfLOU6ACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br />We ended up at 4th street shopping and wandered into this jewel-box of a store called Castle in the Air. &nbsp;The first time I encountered the term "building castles in the air" was in Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. &nbsp; It firmly captured the imagination of the seven-year-old I was at the time. &nbsp;I read the book over and over making this enchanting term forever a part of me. &nbsp;This store did not disappoint.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_H6PJdxa8Fc/V7M4UHE6fbI/AAAAAAAALhE/u4h-P2U35AUO-KmCQFEYJqf1IpFe-0eyACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_H6PJdxa8Fc/V7M4UHE6fbI/AAAAAAAALhE/u4h-P2U35AUO-KmCQFEYJqf1IpFe-0eyACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />So many sweet, dainty, handmade, beautiful fairies to choose from! <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGXUR1uh_KM/V7M4YyQZlcI/AAAAAAAALhI/Fh-30jXGE6cvCgNUul_dwYIGv78zrqu7wCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B11%2Bcastles%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bclouds%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="470" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGXUR1uh_KM/V7M4YyQZlcI/AAAAAAAALhI/Fh-30jXGE6cvCgNUul_dwYIGv78zrqu7wCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B11%2Bcastles%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bclouds%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The downstairs is matched only by the upstairs which is chock-a-block full of tiny treasures and whimsical creations that take your breath away.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XURtCBT1_E/V7M4cq4q_0I/AAAAAAAALhQ/qxiAsrCfisctcaWRy1FzK0mqU42ovQM0ACLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XURtCBT1_E/V7M4cq4q_0I/AAAAAAAALhQ/qxiAsrCfisctcaWRy1FzK0mqU42ovQM0ACLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I was especially entranced by the marionettes, many of them showcased in frames and shadow boxes.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiIUpkKA0Yk/V7M4agc8u_I/AAAAAAAALhM/K6Lu_dKHYcIL-B0GERnop_R0OfpS20rqQCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiIUpkKA0Yk/V7M4agc8u_I/AAAAAAAALhM/K6Lu_dKHYcIL-B0GERnop_R0OfpS20rqQCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />There is just so much to see in this store! &nbsp;They also offer classes during which you can create your own treasures.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_xlvsL1MLk/V7M4gZajTvI/AAAAAAAALhU/yuREVtTPWCgOm1W7t7qLmaAWsTWg-eQ7gCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B18%2Bomeghas%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_xlvsL1MLk/V7M4gZajTvI/AAAAAAAALhU/yuREVtTPWCgOm1W7t7qLmaAWsTWg-eQ7gCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B18%2Bomeghas%2Bcopy.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br />Then it was off to one of my favorite Berkeley haunts--Omegha Salvage. &nbsp;It straddles Pablo Avenue and though one side has always been very spiffy, the other used to be a bit of a mess. &nbsp;However, we have been visiting for fifteen years and every time we go, there are improvements. &nbsp;What was once a mostly outdoor display of salvaged treasures has, little by little, become a place full of artfully created buildings that keep furniture, china, books and other lovelies safe from the rain. &nbsp;Items are displayed in a much more user-friendly way and there is even a place to go and get a cup of cold water. &nbsp;Treasure hunting is thirsty work!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYxkeW2iu3E/V7M5lakt8nI/AAAAAAAALhc/RKLG796OJy0t7q2ftQiT4t2OdWmPvwaoQCLcB/s1600/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B20%2Bfun%2Bfind%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYxkeW2iu3E/V7M5lakt8nI/AAAAAAAALhc/RKLG796OJy0t7q2ftQiT4t2OdWmPvwaoQCLcB/s640/berkeley%2Banniversary%2Btrip%2B20%2Bfun%2Bfind%2Bcopy.jpg" width="558" /></a></div><br />It was a long and lovely day but duty calls. &nbsp;Once we were home again, I did find time to place one of my Cellar Thrift store treasures to good use. &nbsp;Who <i>doesn't</i> need a large, round platter adorned with pink roses? &nbsp;Happy 30th Anniversary to you, dear husband!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-51107898546490525322016-07-01T20:36:00.001-07:002016-07-01T20:36:23.160-07:00A Look at the Power Behind the Power of the Matchmaker Series<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KxDE3rEOA4/V3Kl1SgPAkI/AAAAAAAALbA/TAZIZxOMsPA37c6hm7eLMSALdXkUggB8QCLcB/s1600/Matchmaker%2BSneak%2BPeak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="346" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KxDE3rEOA4/V3Kl1SgPAkI/AAAAAAAALbA/TAZIZxOMsPA37c6hm7eLMSALdXkUggB8QCLcB/s640/Matchmaker%2BSneak%2BPeak.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eighteen months ago twelve award-winning authors were given a challenge--to write a clean romance novel, that takes place in any time period and country of the world, all connected by one thing--<b>the</b> <b>power of the matchmaker</b>. &nbsp;The story of Pearl, the matchmaker, is told very well in the prequel novella (a must-read and currently <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Power-Matchmaker-Karey-White-ebook/dp/B013FIOAE0" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">F</span></a><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Power-Matchmaker-Karey-White-ebook/dp/B013FIOAE0" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">REE</span></a>!</span>)<span style="color: red;">&nbsp;</span>so there was no mandate on how much or how little the matchmaker should appear&nbsp;in each story. &nbsp;In one she is a dream, in another a memory, while in others she is a present character in the book. &nbsp;The task was to come up with a story that is impacted, one way or another, by Pearl and her skills as a matchmaker. &nbsp;The result? &nbsp;Twelve romantic, fun, original, diverse and POWERFUL stories. &nbsp;Now that we are just over halfway through the twelve-month release schedule, let's take a look at what people are saying about the individual books, all of which are stand-alone, original novels by award-winning authors.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbztswqJDfk/V3KkIbec6aI/AAAAAAAALZ8/xzd2hZ9OIpUXtbAzNJhPwvEmKUlGpDtAACLcB/s640/pofthem.jpg" width="414" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Power-Matchmaker-Karey-White-ebook/dp/B013FIOAE0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=146741936" target="_blank">Power of the Matchmaker</a>, the prequel novella by Heather B. Moore</b><br /><b><br /></b>" . . . a beautiful story of self-sacrifice and selfless love." &nbsp;"Couldn't put it down, can't wait for the series." &nbsp;"This is a fun and inspiring story that readers are not going to want to miss as they begin their journey into the beautiful and magical world of the Power of the Matchmaker series."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6NBxjhLM8Y/V3KkNNOk6WI/AAAAAAAALaI/6xXx-Z5HeO49AiX3kgVeWcaprDhGnLvPQCLcB/s1600/broken%2Bthings%2Bto%2Bmend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6NBxjhLM8Y/V3KkNNOk6WI/AAAAAAAALaI/6xXx-Z5HeO49AiX3kgVeWcaprDhGnLvPQCLcB/s640/broken%2Bthings%2Bto%2Bmend.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Broken-Things-Mend-Power-Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B0178WF1YM" target="_blank">Broken Things to Mend </a>by Karey White</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Great start to the matchmaker series!" &nbsp;"I read it in one sitting!" &nbsp;"I can't love this one enough!"</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jowuTBUFu7w/V3KkZJba-fI/AAAAAAAALaQ/tgWoB6z3wGMEtgNePsEWMO7boRTeXZGgQCLcB/s1600/not%2Balways%2Bhappenstance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jowuTBUFu7w/V3KkZJba-fI/AAAAAAAALaQ/tgWoB6z3wGMEtgNePsEWMO7boRTeXZGgQCLcB/s640/not%2Balways%2Bhappenstance.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Not-Always-Happenstance-Power-Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B017LIKMOC" target="_blank">Not Always Happenstance</a> by Rachael Anderson</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"This book made a fun escape read on a cold, snowy afternoon." &nbsp;"A wonderful story that brings to light how the magic of love should be." &nbsp;"I could hardly put this book down."</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC6qwBcRooE/V3Kkc4I7QwI/AAAAAAAALaY/JyN2UxuSCOgu6dbhrjw3BMLOBMhm8hzhwCLcB/s1600/IF_WE_WERE_A_MOVIE_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC6qwBcRooE/V3Kkc4I7QwI/AAAAAAAALaY/JyN2UxuSCOgu6dbhrjw3BMLOBMhm8hzhwCLcB/s640/IF_WE_WERE_A_MOVIE_cover.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/If-Were-Movie-Power-Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B018W79WO2" target="_blank">If We Were a Movie</a> by Kelly Oram</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Have you ever read a book that just left you with the big goofy grin? &nbsp;This is that book!" &nbsp;"I loved each and every character." &nbsp;"Witty and brilliant."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCv_nPeOguM/V3KkgiW23eI/AAAAAAAALag/WVAV6lzVOiUAzNRFmdr5FTn0aC9vNvA1ACLcB/s1600/Love%2Bis%2Bcome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCv_nPeOguM/V3KkgiW23eI/AAAAAAAALag/WVAV6lzVOiUAzNRFmdr5FTn0aC9vNvA1ACLcB/s640/Love%2Bis%2Bcome.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b class=""><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Love-Power-Matchmaker-Heather-Moore-ebook/dp/B01A3TUTSK" target="_blank">Love is Come</a> by Heather B. Moore</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b class=""><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="">"Love is come captivated me from the first page." &nbsp;"Kept me up all hours of the night wanting to read on." &nbsp;"It was so gentle and brought all kinds of feelings to my heart."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b class=""><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b class=""><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W33LiWKjpXk/V3cM7dUmfrI/AAAAAAAALcI/PWvy3ClbztAMZvwQgLtxFk5Np3ANMPBOQCLcB/s1600/four%2Bchambers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W33LiWKjpXk/V3cM7dUmfrI/AAAAAAAALcI/PWvy3ClbztAMZvwQgLtxFk5Np3ANMPBOQCLcB/s640/four%2Bchambers.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Four-Chambers-Matchmaker-Julie-Wright-ebook/dp/B01EJ8669M" target="_blank">Four Chambers</a> by Julie Wright</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Holy smokes, I loved this book!" &nbsp;"Such a charming, innocent romance story!" &nbsp;What a fantastic story of love, heartache, forgiveness, and most of all timing.&nbsp;</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XpKcPgQrn9M/V3KlIr7d6ZI/AAAAAAAALas/S37FRE62BxIEF1uKlLzdkrc-i8KyQndsgCLcB/s1600/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XpKcPgQrn9M/V3KlIr7d6ZI/AAAAAAAALas/S37FRE62BxIEF1uKlLzdkrc-i8KyQndsgCLcB/s640/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Oer-River-Liffey-Power-Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B01CGROSMU" target="_blank">O'er the River Liffey&nbsp;</a>&nbsp;by Heidi Ashworth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">"I was anxiously reading to see how everything turned out!" &nbsp;"If you like stories of overcoming obstacles, historical fiction, matchmakers, and finding lasting love then this is it!" &nbsp;"My heart breaks several times in this book. &nbsp;That being said, there are wonderful moments of joy as well."&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKaHCCecjF8/V3Qx_o2K_0I/AAAAAAAALbQ/KLeX20-hF4k2I9aWac-4WCLLhOXj_E50wCLcB/s1600/chasing%2Bfireflies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKaHCCecjF8/V3Qx_o2K_0I/AAAAAAAALbQ/KLeX20-hF4k2I9aWac-4WCLLhOXj_E50wCLcB/s640/chasing%2Bfireflies.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Fireflies-Power-Matchmaker-Taylor-ebook/dp/B01F35TXFY" target="_blank">Chasing Fireflies</a> by Taylor Dean</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">"These characters are so well written!" &nbsp;"Loved it!" &nbsp;"I couldn't put it down!"&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The following books are not yet out but some are already up for preorder. &nbsp;For those that aren't, I have provided links to their Goodreads page.</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWznIm4XRXk/V3QyCRcPMRI/AAAAAAAALbU/AGI4eXVW5pkJSMlDjAkTI1FZBZTAiq6fwCLcB/s1600/Between%2BHeaven%2Band%2BEarth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWznIm4XRXk/V3QyCRcPMRI/AAAAAAAALbU/AGI4eXVW5pkJSMlDjAkTI1FZBZTAiq6fwCLcB/s640/Between%2BHeaven%2Band%2BEarth.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Between-Heaven-Earth-Power-Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B01F9XBOYS" target="_blank">Between Heaven and Earth</a> by Michele Holmes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVPa80abG-8/V3Qz4YIMLiI/AAAAAAAALbg/COoabfw3XE0Jy6Dz_QrtCro7LNc7MB-CACLcB/s1600/How%2BI%2BMet%2BYour%2BBrother.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVPa80abG-8/V3Qz4YIMLiI/AAAAAAAALbg/COoabfw3XE0Jy6Dz_QrtCro7LNc7MB-CACLcB/s640/How%2BI%2BMet%2BYour%2BBrother.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26301783-how-i-met-your-brother?from_search=true&amp;search_version=service" target="_blank">How I Met Your Brother</a> by Janette Rallison</b></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5e541AQFHI/V3Qz9WiAlWI/AAAAAAAALbo/rnS2oeLia6QIaR9G7LFd3VmTPB6It4HUQCLcB/s1600/To%2BMove%2Bthe%2BWorld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5e541AQFHI/V3Qz9WiAlWI/AAAAAAAALbo/rnS2oeLia6QIaR9G7LFd3VmTPB6It4HUQCLcB/s640/To%2BMove%2Bthe%2BWorld.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26301750-to-move-the-world?from_search=true&amp;search_version=service" target="_blank">To Move the World</a> by Regina Sirois</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF0cG8mRdC4/V3Q0BApseTI/AAAAAAAALbw/26rjgofEcdoa0aaD_EamRSPRPBSHL7fxACLcB/s1600/King%2Bof%2Bthe%2BFriend%2BZone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF0cG8mRdC4/V3Q0BApseTI/AAAAAAAALbw/26rjgofEcdoa0aaD_EamRSPRPBSHL7fxACLcB/s640/King%2Bof%2Bthe%2BFriend%2BZone.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26255150-king-of-the-friend-zone?from_search=true&amp;search_version=service" target="_blank">King of the Friend Zone</a> by Sheralyn Pratt</b></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90WMteN9lsg/V3Q0F7A-Z1I/AAAAAAAALb4/2CzvKopdppkWNSqTG-Sa2tHSYZNP6W_TACLcB/s1600/The%2BReformer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90WMteN9lsg/V3Q0F7A-Z1I/AAAAAAAALb4/2CzvKopdppkWNSqTG-Sa2tHSYZNP6W_TACLcB/s640/The%2BReformer.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26241904-the-reformer?from_search=true&amp;search_version=service" target="_blank">The Reformer</a> by Jaima&nbsp;Fixsen</b></div><br /><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-58534565456061262812016-05-27T21:33:00.002-07:002016-05-27T21:33:56.988-07:00The Day that 'O'er the River Liffey' (Power of the Matchmaker) Was Born, Or, It's a Book! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N3na4-wgONw/V0jP8vOWuTI/AAAAAAAALY4/cAxFegD0Urg8U6cZ-MKV9HwwMBM67tFJgCLcB/s1600/o%2527er%2Bthe%2Briver%2Bliffey%2Bthe%2Bbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N3na4-wgONw/V0jP8vOWuTI/AAAAAAAALY4/cAxFegD0Urg8U6cZ-MKV9HwwMBM67tFJgCLcB/s640/o%2527er%2Bthe%2Briver%2Bliffey%2Bthe%2Bbook.jpg" width="530" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Look what arrived today!</span></div><br />The birth of a book requires many helping hands. &nbsp;This has never been more obvious to me than with my upcoming (June 1, 2016) release, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Oer-River-Liffey-Power-Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B01CGROSMU" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">O'er the River Liffey</span></a>. &nbsp;Of course I wrote the book and was the "project manager", but it took the talent of many other indivuals to bring it to fruition. &nbsp;First, some friends of mine put their heads together and came up with a plan for book series called <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&amp;field-keywords=power+of+the+matchmaker" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Power of the Matchmaker</span>. &nbsp;</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPVI5Nhh4ac/V0jc3-NvQyI/AAAAAAAALZU/bYtnu4qJ37Y5Tfiz6YpSs1tq5DQud2ySwCLcB/s1600/a%2BCover%2BReveal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPVI5Nhh4ac/V0jc3-NvQyI/AAAAAAAALZU/bYtnu4qJ37Y5Tfiz6YpSs1tq5DQud2ySwCLcB/s640/a%2BCover%2BReveal.jpg" width="338" /></a></div><br /><br />The premise: a mystical, immortal matchmaker&nbsp;who facilitates true love in various places and time periods. &nbsp;Twelve clean romance novels by twelve award-winning authors in twelve months plus the prequel novella, <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Power-Matchmaker-Karey-White-ebook/dp/B013FIOAE0" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Power of the Matchmaker</span></a>&nbsp;</span>(which, btw, is currently FREE!)<br /><br />I was fortunate enough to be asked to participate in this series, and I knew immediately that my story would take place in Ireland. &nbsp;For decades I had dreamed of seeing Ireland and had just returned from a trip there with my daughter. &nbsp;(See the list of my photo-rich Ireland blog posts <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2015/07/farewell-old-ireland-along-farewell-my.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.) (It starts with the last day but just click on older posts until you get to the beginning called, in part, Day One.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73MTtBFpyOE/V0jSEH2wK_I/AAAAAAAALZE/HDc3RTg4oXAXqfs6qru6Jo5xQ9u5_20rACLcB/s1600/aaawatermarked%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73MTtBFpyOE/V0jSEH2wK_I/AAAAAAAALZE/HDc3RTg4oXAXqfs6qru6Jo5xQ9u5_20rACLcB/s640/aaawatermarked%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Of all the photos I took in Ireland, this is one of my favorites. &nbsp;However, it was used on the cover of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Miss-Armistead-Makes-Her-Choice-ebook/dp/B00JH21V0A" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Miss Armistead Makes Her Choice</span></a> (which, btw, goes free on May 31st!). &nbsp;So, when I was asked by the editors to provide the cover image for my book a year before it came out, I panicked just a little. &nbsp;Part of the problem was that I have been unhappy with the choice of stock photos available for the covers of regency romances. &nbsp;The clothes are not entirely authentic, for one. &nbsp;Also, I had seen at least a dozen books with the same model adorned in the same gown as on the cover of Miss Armistead Makes Her Choice. &nbsp;I wanted something that stood out a bit more, something that was all mine. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy7VXgsVX4I/V0i5tHYHfYI/AAAAAAAALYs/w3KV1xcDIjsAnKUt1qgVCt0eUyA3bYnoQCKgB/s1600/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy7VXgsVX4I/V0i5tHYHfYI/AAAAAAAALYs/w3KV1xcDIjsAnKUt1qgVCt0eUyA3bYnoQCKgB/s640/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br />So, this, that and the other happened (as explained in this blog post <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2015/09/the-nearly-famous-london-book-cover.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>) and I ended up with this lovely image, one that inspired an entire scene of the final version of the book. &nbsp;To sum up the previous blog post, I found an image on Pinterest that I loved, tracked down the world-class photographer, (had I known he was a famous fashion and celebrity photographer, I would have been too intimidated to attempt this, so ignorance has its pluses) hired him and his team to do a photo shoot, chose the model, informed the costume decisions, went to England and directed the photo shoot. &nbsp;(My daughter and I already had tickets to fly across the pond, and we had an entire day off in the travel schedule when we could slip in the shoot--pure Karma, Tender Mercies, Blessings From Heaven, whatever you want to call it, I had it!) &nbsp;There have only been a few days in my life more fun and memorable than this one. &nbsp;I have never been so catered to since my wedding. &nbsp;It was SO much fun! &nbsp;Everyone was fantastic to work with it all happened in a beautiful, old house in the suburbs of London.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mE38w3N86qk/V0iac_VqgVI/AAAAAAAALYE/mE9LPhqzfQ0vLFGhLjkwBJEHDOS93fglgCKgB/s1600/photo%2Bshoot%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mE38w3N86qk/V0iac_VqgVI/AAAAAAAALYE/mE9LPhqzfQ0vLFGhLjkwBJEHDOS93fglgCKgB/s640/photo%2Bshoot%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />You can read more about the photographer, Chris Bissell, and see many more (and much better) photographs of his lovely home <a href="http://www.oneweekblog.com/chris-bissell-fashion-and-celebrity-photographer/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>. &nbsp;(Credit goes to "Emma" who wrote the blog post and chose the photos and videos, some of which include brief nudity--click with caution.) <br /><br />I have to say here that I had no idea if this total stranger in England was even going to answer the door when I knocked (actually, he met us at the train station and gave us a lift to his house/studio.) &nbsp;I did not know any of these people I would be working with, nor did I know any of the people who referred me to them (specifically <a href="http://www.andrea-galer.co.uk/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Andrea Galer</span></a> who is the talented stylist of many historical British films and who was very lovely to me). &nbsp;So, it was with some trepidation that my daughter and I, accompanied by my regency-romance-author-buddy, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shirley-Marks/e/B001JSB8DK/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1464392094&amp;sr=1-2-ent" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Shirley Marks</span></a>, trudged through the rain of a summer morning in Kensington, took the tube to Waterloo Station and then the train to another station (I have forgotten the name) where we met Chris, a sweet, warm and talented guy who made me feel at perfect ease from the get-go.<br /><br />We were ushered into his home and made comfortable in the bright basement kitchen where his daughter, Nancy, his assistant, Hari, the make-up artist, Buster, the hair expert, Charlie, the stylist, Belinda, and the model, Abbey, were waiting.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cWwARsXEMY/V0iaXpvuVKI/AAAAAAAALXY/Jlv_oNzEbJ0NPMZMNlQQQfUbwvAkssjqgCLcB/s1600/photo%2Bshoot%2B1%2Bin%2BChris%2527%2Bkitchen%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cWwARsXEMY/V0iaXpvuVKI/AAAAAAAALXY/Jlv_oNzEbJ0NPMZMNlQQQfUbwvAkssjqgCLcB/s640/photo%2Bshoot%2B1%2Bin%2BChris%2527%2Bkitchen%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hari, Nancy, Belinda, Chris, Charlie, Abbey and Buster. &nbsp;Lovely, lovely people. &nbsp;There are links to their various pages in my previous post about this photo shoot. (see above).</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dK7BVXQ-C4E/V0iaZGQVxkI/AAAAAAAALXc/qmcHjhilW3ElGL-HvoDmqHahjGYaPECNACLcB/s1600/photo%2Bshoot%2B4b%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dK7BVXQ-C4E/V0iaZGQVxkI/AAAAAAAALXc/qmcHjhilW3ElGL-HvoDmqHahjGYaPECNACLcB/s640/photo%2Bshoot%2B4b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><br />It was far too expensive to set up a photo shoot for just one book, so the plan was to get quite a few usable photos. &nbsp;This involved costume and hair changes through-out the eight hour day. &nbsp;Once we decided which look we would shoot first, the team went to work.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTPg51lrV-M/V0iaayX4r_I/AAAAAAAALXg/prmGosQUDTUK8bzrgstAaNOv5ncT2ACPwCLcB/s1600/photo%2Bshoot%2B5b%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTPg51lrV-M/V0iaayX4r_I/AAAAAAAALXg/prmGosQUDTUK8bzrgstAaNOv5ncT2ACPwCLcB/s640/photo%2Bshoot%2B5b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I was able to watch the entire day unfold in front of my eyes, but it was fascinating to see how the photos were translating to the screen on Hari's lap-top.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjF2BiirivA/V0icsS1ex2I/AAAAAAAALYU/pC4Y2bF5GdM6nkPSpbnnguPFKaD_FJT5wCLcB/s1600/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B22c%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="504" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjF2BiirivA/V0icsS1ex2I/AAAAAAAALYU/pC4Y2bF5GdM6nkPSpbnnguPFKaD_FJT5wCLcB/s640/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B22c%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The paned door, the metal balustrade and the plethora of green trees was the perfect backdrop for a story that takes place at a country house party. &nbsp;And Abbey was the perfect model. &nbsp;She is also very sweet, is a talented singer and, I am certain, shall one day be thoroughly famous.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRUexMG9Uqs/V0ibHv4KJFI/AAAAAAAALX0/YL1veK350vID6FYV6aV--ATGDsplKUFfwCLcB/s1600/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRUexMG9Uqs/V0ibHv4KJFI/AAAAAAAALX0/YL1veK350vID6FYV6aV--ATGDsplKUFfwCLcB/s640/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><br />Chris stopped often to ask me questions about what I was looking for and to give direction to Abbey (also known as Abigail Tara-Lilly Kent) who is a fantastic actress.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cc_8vbaXNhA/V0ibKsMUe5I/AAAAAAAALX4/wnUf5guQ8CIrjTphXCN3-mBFldGwfpG3QCLcB/s1600/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cc_8vbaXNhA/V0ibKsMUe5I/AAAAAAAALX4/wnUf5guQ8CIrjTphXCN3-mBFldGwfpG3QCLcB/s640/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWdLwouKzS8/V0ibMlGBD7I/AAAAAAAALX8/VacfH1ufQiMUew2x3wlTsrogT0OlepUEgCLcB/s1600/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWdLwouKzS8/V0ibMlGBD7I/AAAAAAAALX8/VacfH1ufQiMUew2x3wlTsrogT0OlepUEgCLcB/s640/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moGM5iyfUiw/V0ibS9hPFZI/AAAAAAAALYA/L_B0zkf7oJY2NvXnXlp_fsuVxVBIpV5XwCLcB/s1600/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moGM5iyfUiw/V0ibS9hPFZI/AAAAAAAALYA/L_B0zkf7oJY2NvXnXlp_fsuVxVBIpV5XwCLcB/s640/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hari clearly enjoys her job.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlVqBI9O1mk/V0ibdLUAulI/AAAAAAAALYI/LBr9H5rUicsm7vVsMKIflp98WuGghfodwCLcB/s1600/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B52%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlVqBI9O1mk/V0ibdLUAulI/AAAAAAAALYI/LBr9H5rUicsm7vVsMKIflp98WuGghfodwCLcB/s640/q%2Bphoto%2Bshoot%2B52%2Bcopy.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />There was a lot of great hair going on at this photo shoot. Creative people are a blast to hang out with. &nbsp;They were so great that they each got a character named after them. &nbsp;(Not all of the characters are as great as they are, but not every character can be a sweetheart.)<br /><br />Below is the finished product once again. &nbsp;For each costume and hair change, I had about 80 photos to choose from. &nbsp;That was the hardest part--trying to settle on just one gorgeous photo. &nbsp;I think I made the right choice with this one. &nbsp;Like I said, it inspired a scene in the book that I hadn't even planned on yet--I love it when a plan comes together.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy7VXgsVX4I/V0i5tHYHfYI/AAAAAAAALYo/TuaiS0_64s4UCrGd1BDwN4NF8xfhjP-1QCLcB/s1600/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cy7VXgsVX4I/V0i5tHYHfYI/AAAAAAAALYo/TuaiS0_64s4UCrGd1BDwN4NF8xfhjP-1QCLcB/s640/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey%2Blighter.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br />For those book authors who are reading this, I highly recommend this option for your book covers and I highly recommend Chris and his team. &nbsp;A trip to England is pretty expensive, but Chris does spend a portion of time every year doing work in his native Canada. &nbsp;(Let me know if you want his contact information.)<br /><br />Of course, a photo is just one element to a book cover. &nbsp;<a href="http://rachaelreneeanderson.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Rachael Anderson</span></a>, who is one of the authors in the Power of the Matchmaker series, did my cover, <a href="https://wordsmithproofreading.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Kim Huther</span></a> edited the book and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heather-Justesen/e/B002OJX098" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Heather Justesen</span></a> formatted it for ebook and paperback and answered endless questions. <span style="color: red;">&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jaima-Fixsen/e/B00BI2AUVS/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1464408766&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Jaima Fixen</span></a></span>, another POTM author, was also very helpful. &nbsp;Plus, I had a crew of generous alpha and beta readers who took the time to read the book, some all at once, others bit by bit, and give me feedback on it. &nbsp;Lastly, I must include Alacoque, our fun, happy, delightful Irish tour guide who served as the inspiration for my heroine, Caroline Fulton.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tcg9K1bzoQ/V0kbalJNg1I/AAAAAAAALZk/n7sDNMkHtO0bcmSDIQem7Oahlas731ZkwCLcB/s1600/23%2Bknappogue%2B6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="628" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tcg9K1bzoQ/V0kbalJNg1I/AAAAAAAALZk/n7sDNMkHtO0bcmSDIQem7Oahlas731ZkwCLcB/s640/23%2Bknappogue%2B6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alacoque at Knappogue Castle in County Clare, Ireland</span></div><br />Then, of course, there are the people who are behind the scenes at Amazon and Createspace who do their part until finally, today, there is now a book in my hand that did not exist a short time ago. &nbsp;It feels like the birth of a child, Christmas and a trip to the candy store all rolled into one. &nbsp; Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-18540715969350875292016-05-12T20:03:00.002-07:002016-05-12T20:03:51.223-07:00The Victoria and Albert Museum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkFCKt84zf8/Vs3h6UW_hZI/AAAAAAAALUE/bZCG78XCZrY/s640/london%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The blown glass V&amp;A Rotunda Chandelier by Dale Chihuly</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What is the worst thing that can happen to a tourist in London? &nbsp;Arriving at the Victoria and Albert Museum 45 minutes prior to closing, that's what. &nbsp;Oh, the weeping, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth. &nbsp;(This is aside from the taxi rides to and from Heathrow Airport, both of which were . . . well, memorable is probably the nicest word, "nearly fatal" being closer to the truth.) &nbsp;But first, all the fun stuff we did instead . . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBkEdyUwivQ/Vs3g8d_AZTI/AAAAAAAALTA/x5ghXCAJBi4/s1600/London%2B1%2Bthru%2Bthe%2Bwindow%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBkEdyUwivQ/Vs3g8d_AZTI/AAAAAAAALTA/x5ghXCAJBi4/s640/London%2B1%2Bthru%2Bthe%2Bwindow%2Bcopy.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br />We pulled into London from Cambridge (see that post <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-day-i-went-to-cambridge-and.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>) in the mid to late afternoon. &nbsp;I snapped this photo of people outside of the Sherlock Holmes Museum from the coach window as we headed to our hotel. It is located at the fictional 221B Baker Street. &nbsp;(It *is* on Baker Street, so there's that.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdiGCrxmWM/Vs3g-JAX_1I/AAAAAAAALTE/oCVQpXIf1co/s1600/london%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHdiGCrxmWM/Vs3g-JAX_1I/AAAAAAAALTE/oCVQpXIf1co/s640/london%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>It was a beautiful day and people were clearly thrilled to be meeting up with a "real" bobby.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNj4NpWOGkk/Vs3hHMyYLWI/AAAAAAAALTM/WkU2hdupkRQ/s1600/london%2B4%2Bkensington%2Balbert%2Bmem%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNj4NpWOGkk/Vs3hHMyYLWI/AAAAAAAALTM/WkU2hdupkRQ/s640/london%2B4%2Bkensington%2Balbert%2Bmem%2Bcopy.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br />We were invited by our new friends, two couples from Murray, Utah, to go with them to the Victoria and Albert Museum. &nbsp;It was a short and beautiful walk from our hotel through Hyde Park/Kensington Gardens (I never knew when I was in which one--they are right next to each other. &nbsp;I knew that back when I wrote the picnic scene in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Miss-Armistead-Makes-Her-Choice-ebook/dp/B00JH21V0A?ie=UTF8&amp;keywords=miss%20armistead%20makes%20her%20choice&amp;qid=1463101665&amp;ref_=sr_1_1&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Miss Armistead Makes Her Choice</span>,</a> but somehow it was still different than I imagined--most likely due to the fact that there were no spanking new phaetons with wheels picked out in yellow.) &nbsp;The monument pictured above and below is the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Memorial" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Albert Memorial</span></a> that I caught some inferior pics of on the first day of our trip. &nbsp;I was very happy to get better photos of it this time around. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZGo4Fn7Y8k/Vs3hN1DCQiI/AAAAAAAALTQ/uwSJdzgurr8/s1600/london%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZGo4Fn7Y8k/Vs3hN1DCQiI/AAAAAAAALTQ/uwSJdzgurr8/s640/london%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The monument, the day, and (dare I say) this photo, are all as crystal clear as Prince Albert's <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Crystal_Palace" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Crystal Palace</span></a>.</span> <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0PVvA94KkY/Vs3hQabQEFI/AAAAAAAALTU/MlbnWHIZPFg/s1600/london%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0PVvA94KkY/Vs3hQabQEFI/AAAAAAAALTU/MlbnWHIZPFg/s640/london%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><br />I've said it before and I'll say it again--she (Victoria) really did love that man.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNQmuyD7Z1Y/Vs3hRFVJlFI/AAAAAAAALTY/Xv-PPa5irLg/s1600/london%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNQmuyD7Z1Y/Vs3hRFVJlFI/AAAAAAAALTY/Xv-PPa5irLg/s640/london%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br /><br />Once we made our way through the park, we ended up in a neighborhood (might have been Notting Hill, might not have been) and ran across this visitor's center for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints. &nbsp;Most visitor centers are on the same grounds as the temple, but, in this case, the temple is in Preston, which is quite a drive. &nbsp;Many people stop in at this one in this upscale neighborhood. &nbsp;We weren't expecting it and were thrilled to see the familiar sight of the Christus statue through the window.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXN5k5U0wBg/Vs3haSYPLYI/AAAAAAAALTc/jx9aF2olLh0/s1600/london%2B8%2Blds%2Bvisitors%2Bcenter%2Bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="612" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXN5k5U0wBg/Vs3haSYPLYI/AAAAAAAALTc/jx9aF2olLh0/s640/london%2B8%2Blds%2Bvisitors%2Bcenter%2Bb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhQ1O7LK84E/Vs3hdvr50_I/AAAAAAAALTg/yKKG3KiJ7Ws/s1600/london%2B10%2Bvisitors%2Bcenter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhQ1O7LK84E/Vs3hdvr50_I/AAAAAAAALTg/yKKG3KiJ7Ws/s640/london%2B10%2Bvisitors%2Bcenter.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BllIIc5Mn_4/Vs3hex41bVI/AAAAAAAALTk/EkIVZdjpJ_A/s1600/london%2B9%2Bthe%2Bcardalls%2Bclose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="612" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BllIIc5Mn_4/Vs3hex41bVI/AAAAAAAALTk/EkIVZdjpJ_A/s640/london%2B9%2Bthe%2Bcardalls%2Bclose.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We met Elder and Sister Cardall, the parents of composer Paul Cardall (think LOST) who are giving years of their time and energy to answer questions and offer support. &nbsp;They were very gracious.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_siAKrVEQA/Vs3hht0VYqI/AAAAAAAALTo/54ppjEaVp-4/s1600/london%2B40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_siAKrVEQA/Vs3hht0VYqI/AAAAAAAALTo/54ppjEaVp-4/s640/london%2B40.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This building houses three wards (congregations) as well as the visitor's center. &nbsp;It is a busy place on Sundays. &nbsp;The time we spent there was time taken away from the museum but it was well worth it. &nbsp;Walking into the visitor's center felt like walking out of the rain into a warm, dry place. &nbsp;Loved it!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6v1TPpSnro/Vs3hxEdlvgI/AAAAAAAALTs/dMHO3RT5T1M/s1600/london%2B11%2Broyal%2Balbert%2Bmuseum%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6v1TPpSnro/Vs3hxEdlvgI/AAAAAAAALTs/dMHO3RT5T1M/s640/london%2B11%2Broyal%2Balbert%2Bmuseum%2Bcopy.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br />We rushed into the Victoria and Albert Museum and, naturally, the first piece of art I found photo-worthy was a statue. &nbsp;Isn't she exquisite? <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iCqnwcih3o/Vs3hy30cp1I/AAAAAAAALTw/N0EIuYuxybI/s1600/london%2B12%2Bvictorian%2Band%2Balbert%2Bmuseum%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iCqnwcih3o/Vs3hy30cp1I/AAAAAAAALTw/N0EIuYuxybI/s640/london%2B12%2Bvictorian%2Band%2Balbert%2Bmuseum%2Bcopy.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br />I'm a talker. &nbsp;I'm an over-sharer. &nbsp;I say a lot about very little. &nbsp;In fact, I would say that I'm a narcissist when it comes to my own words (you kind of have to be to be a writer--why bother writing a book unless you are positive people will enjoy it?) (And to that I say, Yay, Narcissism!, because we wouldn't have novels without it.) &nbsp;But, I think that for the most part, these photos speak for themselves.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZz0AJ_vSGE/Vs3h1H7aGdI/AAAAAAAALT0/38LwjoOiwJc/s1600/london%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZz0AJ_vSGE/Vs3h1H7aGdI/AAAAAAAALT0/38LwjoOiwJc/s640/london%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UhVO0_1WugM/Vs3h3B1xnaI/AAAAAAAALT8/tBHxIzx4_Wc/s1600/london%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UhVO0_1WugM/Vs3h3B1xnaI/AAAAAAAALT8/tBHxIzx4_Wc/s640/london%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Cherubs: I adore 'em. &nbsp;The more the better. &nbsp;These are very old and were rescued from an even older building. &nbsp;We didn't have time to gather facts and info as to what, when and where--we were in a hurry!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-I6aC-Djgs/Vs3h4a37oAI/AAAAAAAALUA/BSznRr_Fa9o/s1600/london%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-I6aC-Djgs/Vs3h4a37oAI/AAAAAAAALUA/BSznRr_Fa9o/s640/london%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkFCKt84zf8/Vs3h6UW_hZI/AAAAAAAALUE/bZCG78XCZrY/s1600/london%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkFCKt84zf8/Vs3h6UW_hZI/AAAAAAAALUE/bZCG78XCZrY/s640/london%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="574" /></a></div><br />See other photos (i.e. not the brilliant ones taken by <span class="" style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>moi</i></span>, rather, the brilliant ones taken by others when it was lit) <a href="https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=A0SO80AFLzVXW7gAL1hXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTB0NjZjZzZhBGNvbG8DZ3ExBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNwaXZz?p=blown+glass+chandelier+dale+chihuly+victoria+and+albert&amp;fr=mcafee&amp;fr2=piv-web" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4urBQAk4ms/Vs3iPBAS6VI/AAAAAAAALUU/0sW6IRxs87k/s1600/london%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4urBQAk4ms/Vs3iPBAS6VI/AAAAAAAALUU/0sW6IRxs87k/s640/london%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-fCce3Woio/Vs3iRougL_I/AAAAAAAALUY/_Re9oA1sPz8/s1600/london%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-fCce3Woio/Vs3iRougL_I/AAAAAAAALUY/_Re9oA1sPz8/s640/london%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The photo above is very cool, especially when you spot the hand holding the camera lens at the railing. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tRj2yAxRIE/Vs3iTuh8CRI/AAAAAAAALUc/cewAQoriOh4/s1600/london%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tRj2yAxRIE/Vs3iTuh8CRI/AAAAAAAALUc/cewAQoriOh4/s640/london%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I do so love religious art. &nbsp;It is stunning, as is the dedication the artists had in order to spend so much time and effort on these things. &nbsp;Of course, there was not a huge market for other kinds of sculpture in the early days, and even starving artists must eat.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ArOeCU4SdGg/Vs3iVq0npGI/AAAAAAAALUg/T18198wdmUc/s1600/london%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="620" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ArOeCU4SdGg/Vs3iVq0npGI/AAAAAAAALUg/T18198wdmUc/s640/london%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9Nbm9G8j4I/Vs3iYJ-0zqI/AAAAAAAALUk/UqGI27CulzI/s1600/london%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9Nbm9G8j4I/Vs3iYJ-0zqI/AAAAAAAALUk/UqGI27CulzI/s640/london%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" width="582" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWesLavVWxg/Vs3ijVd4yZI/AAAAAAAALUs/2xrqTUHzhXs/s1600/london%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWesLavVWxg/Vs3ijVd4yZI/AAAAAAAALUs/2xrqTUHzhXs/s640/london%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br />And then, of course, there are the nudes. &nbsp;Clearly there was a market for that, too--but that was a bit later on . .<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpvFSj2gTU/Vs3ik1nlyTI/AAAAAAAALUw/NYzFGUJWu5Q/s1600/london%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpvFSj2gTU/Vs3ik1nlyTI/AAAAAAAALUw/NYzFGUJWu5Q/s640/london%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-by6Jq_JhHG4/Vs3inBnYbzI/AAAAAAAALU0/bC1ROx8EOuQ/s1600/london%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-by6Jq_JhHG4/Vs3inBnYbzI/AAAAAAAALU0/bC1ROx8EOuQ/s640/london%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This one especially touched me, so I broke it up into larger-but-sadly-fuzzy pieces for closer viewing.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nLCPZhP1LI/Vs3ioLdxR4I/AAAAAAAALU4/pWN_uCmDe74/s1600/london%2B31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="566" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nLCPZhP1LI/Vs3ioLdxR4I/AAAAAAAALU4/pWN_uCmDe74/s640/london%2B31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spoAcUm0mQA/Vs3ipbjUEuI/AAAAAAAALU8/wx7_cCf8P18/s1600/london%2B32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="606" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spoAcUm0mQA/Vs3ipbjUEuI/AAAAAAAALU8/wx7_cCf8P18/s640/london%2B32.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dViz1ZaDS1g/Vs3iql_y5JI/AAAAAAAALVA/E7vcK4ygDns/s1600/london%2B33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dViz1ZaDS1g/Vs3iql_y5JI/AAAAAAAALVA/E7vcK4ygDns/s640/london%2B33.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Njk1WhPrBr4/Vs3irxd8KOI/AAAAAAAALVE/OKxVzX2FxQM/s1600/london%2B34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Njk1WhPrBr4/Vs3irxd8KOI/AAAAAAAALVE/OKxVzX2FxQM/s640/london%2B34.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRov4wtlxGU/Vs3itaBQLzI/AAAAAAAALVI/SQlAWqxD84I/s1600/london%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRov4wtlxGU/Vs3itaBQLzI/AAAAAAAALVI/SQlAWqxD84I/s640/london%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br />Ah, St. Peter. &nbsp;I have one at my house, so I could not resist taking this photo. &nbsp;Seeing as mine is so saintly, he wasn't particularly impressed. &nbsp;He is such a sweet and modest boy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwapifILOGk/Vs3iwVQU_RI/AAAAAAAALVQ/L7eiqNJW48o/s1600/london%2B37%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwapifILOGk/Vs3iwVQU_RI/AAAAAAAALVQ/L7eiqNJW48o/s640/london%2B37%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I have a Mary, too. &nbsp;She is nowhere near as cold and hard-hearted as this gal, though.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgNlrc0x0XQ/Vs3iy9BEMLI/AAAAAAAALVU/XTCQc_RAoGE/s1600/london%2B39%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgNlrc0x0XQ/Vs3iy9BEMLI/AAAAAAAALVU/XTCQc_RAoGE/s640/london%2B39%2Bcopy.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br />Should you know me and want to ask if, at the museum, I saw this, or that: The most likely answer is no. &nbsp;We only saw a tiny fraction of all there is to see there. &nbsp;I could spend a week exploring such a marvelous edifice and its contents. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc6zucXjlII/Vs3jCn7DgwI/AAAAAAAALVY/H36-akRVKC8/s1600/london%2B41%2Brooftop%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Bwindow%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc6zucXjlII/Vs3jCn7DgwI/AAAAAAAALVY/H36-akRVKC8/s640/london%2B41%2Brooftop%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Bwindow%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />After the museum, we have a lovely Italian and, more importantly, gluten-free dinner with our friends and had a wonderful time. &nbsp;As I was getting ready for bed that night, I looked out the window at this now familiar sight. &nbsp;This was the third night we had spent in this same hotel and I had grown curious about those dogs--were they real? &nbsp;Perpetually obedient? &nbsp;Or statues? &nbsp;My zoom lens rooted out the facts of the case. &nbsp; &nbsp;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POggOGFXuhk/Vs3jDjxtrpI/AAAAAAAALVc/MSEN5d9wQW0/s1600/london%2B42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="526" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POggOGFXuhk/Vs3jDjxtrpI/AAAAAAAALVc/MSEN5d9wQW0/s640/london%2B42.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-afeIiytf3GQ/Vs3jEvQIRZI/AAAAAAAALVg/I-PR1AY8xZM/s1600/london%2B43%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-afeIiytf3GQ/Vs3jEvQIRZI/AAAAAAAALVg/I-PR1AY8xZM/s640/london%2B43%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Goodnight London. &nbsp;NEXT: &nbsp;another look at the Nearly Famous London Regency Romance Book Cover Photo Shoot and the little tour of Kensington we took that evening.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-81895290819994854652016-05-05T14:43:00.000-07:002016-05-05T14:43:32.518-07:00The Day I Went to Cambridge and Channeled Rory Gilmore and Sidney Chambers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpa-u2ayKiE/VsNUh5g_WUI/AAAAAAAALR4/SX_jyEPTMzE/s1600/cambridge%2B47%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpa-u2ayKiE/VsNUh5g_WUI/AAAAAAAALR4/SX_jyEPTMzE/s640/cambridge%2B47%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cambridge: &nbsp;the place I have always wanted to go without knowing I wanted to go there. &nbsp;It is "quintessentially English" and shows up in so many of my beloved British television&nbsp;shows. &nbsp;I took the above photo while there last summer and was tickled to see this very same view in a recent episode of Grantchester featuring clergyman sleuth, Sidney Chambers. &nbsp;As the show is set in Cambridgeshire, it wasn't shocking, but it was the first episode that was almost entirely set on King's Parade, the main drag at Cambridge. Our visit to Cambridge happened on our last full day of our England coach tour. &nbsp;There is so much to see and do there. &nbsp;Sadly, we did not have a lot of time there. &nbsp;As usual, the ever-present need to hunt down food and bathrooms dictated our course.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEejXAdMhmo/VsNX1ey7V4I/AAAAAAAALSg/WvcNdSaFz9I/s1600/Leeds%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEejXAdMhmo/VsNX1ey7V4I/AAAAAAAALSg/WvcNdSaFz9I/s640/Leeds%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />But first, I need to say something about Leeds. &nbsp;It is where we spent the night after York in that hotel with the huge, busy elevator with the happening bar at the top of the building. &nbsp;(See <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2016/02/york-minster-cathedral-city-hadrians.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a> for the story about the Snapchat proposal on said lift.) I spent a good deal of my time in Leeds feeling utterly confused. &nbsp;When I had visited my parents in England in 1999, I had been told that we visited Leeds. &nbsp;I have photos from that day marked LEEDS in my scrapbook (because no one keeps photos in photo albums anymore--keep up!). &nbsp;But this Leeds didn't look anything like the one I remembered. &nbsp;(Also, I am certain we never went this far north. &nbsp;So confused!) &nbsp;(Note to self: &nbsp;Insert photo of <a href="https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=AwrSbD_OocRWe54ASXFXNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTByNWU4cGh1BGNvbG8DZ3ExBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNzYw--?p=The+Scream&amp;fr=mcafee" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">The Scream</span></a> here.)<br /><br />Leeds is a much more modern city than York and has a huge business district. &nbsp;I know because we got lost there. &nbsp;I was able to take a few photos of older structures and statues, but not many. &nbsp;I can say that they are very fond of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward,_the_Black_Prince" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">The Black Prince</span></a>, there (he is seated on the black horse above). &nbsp;We walked from our hotel to this downtown area and encountered a Hen Party along the way. (It is the U.S. equivalent of a Bachelorette Party, but different in various ways.) &nbsp;This one had a roaring 20's theme and all of the ladies, ages ranging from early 20's to late 70's, were wearing spaghetti strap dresses and fishnet stockings. &nbsp;All I can say is that they looked very cold. &nbsp;And, in some cases, wrinkly. &nbsp;Also, I am relieved that I have never been invited to a Hen Party. &nbsp;Weddings can be stressful enough without being required to traipse around town dressed like that. &nbsp;And let me tell you, they were traipsing. &nbsp;No public transport, cabs, or autos for them--they covered quite a bit of town on foot with me, myself and I right behind them. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIcEzMZDqK8/VsIJdwxes0I/AAAAAAAALOs/hxLM5FxtXXs/s1600/cambridge%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIcEzMZDqK8/VsIJdwxes0I/AAAAAAAALOs/hxLM5FxtXXs/s640/cambridge%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had to disembark&nbsp;from the coach (bus) in a car park (parking lot) that was quite a distance from my first true photo opp. &nbsp;We passed some rather ordinary buildings, walked along a number of green lawns, passed by the dodgy comfort stops (public restrooms) before we arrived at my first "Cambridge" association. &nbsp;We could have opted to spend our entire time in Cambridge punting on the River Cam, but there is much to be said for food and non-dodgy restrooms. &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwvjB7eJCUw/VsIJfN1uOVI/AAAAAAAALOQ/XSph4SbDcnM/s1600/cambridge%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwvjB7eJCUw/VsIJfN1uOVI/AAAAAAAALOQ/XSph4SbDcnM/s640/cambridge%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br />We began our time there with a tour by our own guide, Ann. &nbsp;(I probably should have brightened this photo a bit but I think, as is, it looks like a medieval Dutch-school painting.) &nbsp;However, the place was chock full of people (who woulda thunk?) and I had trouble keeping up. &nbsp;After 10 minutes, we were free to do our own thing, something my daughter and I are good at: &nbsp;Our Own Thing.<br /><br /><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qlvLJQyjOM/VsIJpuVFV3I/AAAAAAAALOc/JTleihSsQ7k/s1600/cambridge%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qlvLJQyjOM/VsIJpuVFV3I/AAAAAAAALOc/JTleihSsQ7k/s640/cambridge%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a><br /><br />As I said, the main thoroughfare is King's Parade, which is where we found this grasshopper (cockroach?) clock (?). &nbsp;We spent a lot of time on King's Parade. &nbsp;As such, we shall see this contraption again; so that you, gentle reader, may know what it is like to be there yourself; and what it is like to walk around aimlessly but rather frenzied; and to soak in a particular section of the university because you wander around aimlessly but rather frenzied in the same quarter mile, over and over and over.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8iYo3FqUSA/VsIJr7XJzxI/AAAAAAAALOk/DEXU2_kAMQA/s1600/cambridge%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8iYo3FqUSA/VsIJr7XJzxI/AAAAAAAALOk/DEXU2_kAMQA/s640/cambridge%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />We ought to discuss whom I believe this statue (above) depicts, but first, a little lesson on Cambridge. &nbsp;I have to admit that it was different than I expected. &nbsp;Of course, I arrived knowing a little something about these sorts of places--I've seen Gilmore Girls, after all. &nbsp;But Rory's adventures at Yale don't quite convey the feeling of the sort of university that takes up most of the town and is chock full of restaurants and stores, the likes of which are interrupted by this college and that. &nbsp;It was so very different than what I expected. &nbsp;The statue: &nbsp;I think it must be Sir Thomas More though it looks much more like Oliver Cromwell as depicted by <span style="color: magenta;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0753314/mediaviewer/rm2045896448" target="_blank">Mark Rylance</a></span> in Wolf Hall. <span style="color: red;">&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDWOFsYDeLk/VsIJlJZ1AnI/AAAAAAAALOU/4M_Qj4luaUM/s1600/cambridge%2B6b%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDWOFsYDeLk/VsIJlJZ1AnI/AAAAAAAALOU/4M_Qj4luaUM/s640/cambridge%2B6b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />Most of my photos from this visit&nbsp;are a bewildering jumble of King's College which is made up of quite a few different buildings which went up at different times, some of which are no longer in existence. (I failed to get a photo of those. &nbsp;Mea Culpa.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_ZLa0eCfuQ/VsIJmEKaGvI/AAAAAAAALOY/h4uHyENUyzg/s1600/cambridge%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_ZLa0eCfuQ/VsIJmEKaGvI/AAAAAAAALOY/h4uHyENUyzg/s640/cambridge%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br />You can see a statue of Henry the 8th in this one above and this one below.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkgySFbmOmw/VsIJvSjZy3I/AAAAAAAALOo/iJwxiNny5GA/s1600/cambridge%2B8%2Bkings%2Bcollege%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkgySFbmOmw/VsIJvSjZy3I/AAAAAAAALOo/iJwxiNny5GA/s640/cambridge%2B8%2Bkings%2Bcollege%2Bcopy.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFsoaVh0Sk0/VsIJqn248RI/AAAAAAAALOg/RnnVJxcOQ_0/s1600/cambridge%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="470" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFsoaVh0Sk0/VsIJqn248RI/AAAAAAAALOg/RnnVJxcOQ_0/s640/cambridge%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Aaaaand this one. &nbsp;But wait, there's more (later on)!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCFqJVxgFYQ/VsIKdAzZvCI/AAAAAAAALOw/PlGQrAMbBxI/s1600/cambridge%2B10%2Bmary%2527s%2Bcollege%2Bmaybe%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCFqJVxgFYQ/VsIKdAzZvCI/AAAAAAAALOw/PlGQrAMbBxI/s640/cambridge%2B10%2Bmary%2527s%2Bcollege%2Bmaybe%2Bcopy.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><br />If my memory serves me right (which is pretty iffy considering my memory only serves me when I bribe it with copious amounts of chocolate) this building was across the street from King's College which is the biggest, most famous college at the university. &nbsp;(Another thing I did not know about Cambridge--it is a university made up of colleges. &nbsp;Wha?)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGeE9KLlFNE/VsIKeRrTNSI/AAAAAAAALO0/rtlsBYw74zo/s1600/cambridge%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGeE9KLlFNE/VsIKeRrTNSI/AAAAAAAALO0/rtlsBYw74zo/s640/cambridge%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I decided to go online and do some research so that I could make accurate caption comments, but then I got rather bored (i.e. it was too much work and I was tired because writing books sucks up every one of my chocolate-infused brain cells) and decided that it's not truly necessary. &nbsp;(i.e. you, gentle reader, can look it all up if you are burning to know) &nbsp;Instead, I have been reduced to this: &nbsp;See this building at Cambridge University? &nbsp;It is old. &nbsp;Kids go to school here. &nbsp;See the pretty bicycles? &nbsp;Kids ride them to school. &nbsp;See the kids ride the bikes to school.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ef4UNFZnPs/VsIKgYVCsAI/AAAAAAAALO4/SdQFAi1LyJQ/s1600/cambridge%2B12%2Bkings%2Bcollege%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ef4UNFZnPs/VsIKgYVCsAI/AAAAAAAALO4/SdQFAi1LyJQ/s640/cambridge%2B12%2Bkings%2Bcollege%2Bcopy.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br />The little bit of research I did suggests that the tall building is the chapel (I really really really liked this building as you can see from all of the photos of it) and the short long building on the left is the library. &nbsp;But I read up about that yesterday so who knows if I am remembering it right. &nbsp;I haven't had my chocolate yet today.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPk29ytOkeo/VsIKiYA0M_I/AAAAAAAALPA/6KTOCIfZ26c/s1600/cambridge%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPk29ytOkeo/VsIKiYA0M_I/AAAAAAAALPA/6KTOCIfZ26c/s640/cambridge%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Pretty white buildings with lots of delicious trim--like cake! &nbsp;Yum!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqIJfiBLtMQ/VsIKmgiDBrI/AAAAAAAALPI/03GYdbiZLNI/s1600/cambridge%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqIJfiBLtMQ/VsIKmgiDBrI/AAAAAAAALPI/03GYdbiZLNI/s640/cambridge%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />I adore everything about this photo. &nbsp;I am pretty sure I was born in the wrong time, or at least, the wrong place.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tn5G8afecL8/VsIKqhrEEhI/AAAAAAAALPM/1tIdFV0U6is/s1600/cambridge%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tn5G8afecL8/VsIKqhrEEhI/AAAAAAAALPM/1tIdFV0U6is/s640/cambridge%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="632" /></a></div><br />Another building with King Henry the 8th standing above the door in a niche. &nbsp;Apparently this is one of his talents as there are many examples of him performing this feat.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihxy3BNXdOU/VsIKttmDWkI/AAAAAAAALPQ/ui3hL289I3Q/s1600/cambridge%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihxy3BNXdOU/VsIKttmDWkI/AAAAAAAALPQ/ui3hL289I3Q/s640/cambridge%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXN_HpoUO4M/VsIK7b4TgnI/AAAAAAAALPU/ZK5hBjC0iJU/s1600/cambridge%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="534" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXN_HpoUO4M/VsIK7b4TgnI/AAAAAAAALPU/ZK5hBjC0iJU/s640/cambridge%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rs4UrZL-vnQ/VsdM3nKTgSI/AAAAAAAALSw/MzcY2jnjp0E/s1600/cambridge%2B19b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="52" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rs4UrZL-vnQ/VsdM3nKTgSI/AAAAAAAALSw/MzcY2jnjp0E/s640/cambridge%2B19b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I enlarged this so as to read what it says--I'm still in the dark. &nbsp;(My eyes haven't had their chocolate yet today.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOEMsj0I9Y0/VsIK-WjpN7I/AAAAAAAALPY/BLOdW_nHlE4/s1600/cambridge%2B21%2Bthe%2Bnewton%2Btree%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOEMsj0I9Y0/VsIK-WjpN7I/AAAAAAAALPY/BLOdW_nHlE4/s640/cambridge%2B21%2Bthe%2Bnewton%2Btree%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />We were told that this is the very tree that dropped an apple on Newton's head. &nbsp;At least, I thought that was what I was told. &nbsp;When I researched photos of it, however, I decided that this can't be it. &nbsp;(Piecing the photos together, I have decided that the Newton apple tree is to the right of this one, just outside of the photo's frame. &nbsp;I'm not saying that someone pointed to the wrong tree. &nbsp;I am also not saying that someone misinterpreted the angle of the pointed finger. &nbsp;I'm just sayin' . . . )<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNeP4Sr8PCE/VsILAXYPtkI/AAAAAAAALPc/YJ9SnTsMEoA/s1600/cambridge%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNeP4Sr8PCE/VsILAXYPtkI/AAAAAAAALPc/YJ9SnTsMEoA/s640/cambridge%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br />There were many cute shops all around the colleges. One does not have to go far to buy, drink or eat pretty much anything one wants in Cambridge. &nbsp;(If memory serves me right--sigh--we had Magnum Ice Cream bars for lunch that day . . .)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZDDQJBsdfM/VsILCJriu4I/AAAAAAAALPg/fW0AjQOIoyw/s1600/cambridge%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZDDQJBsdfM/VsILCJriu4I/AAAAAAAALPg/fW0AjQOIoyw/s640/cambridge%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We were there on a weekend which, as it turns out, is a great day to run a race. &nbsp;As such, we tourists were forced to remain on the sidewalk and to stay on one side of the street unless we wanted to dodge through traffic (they look pretty fast, don't they?) and jump over two rows of caution tape. &nbsp; Naturally, this significantly impacted our ability to run like crazy people in order to see as much as possible. &nbsp;(Okay, those who know me know that I do not run. &nbsp;But I can walk really, really fast when I am after a photo or a non-dodgy bathroom.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhhUKyHOUEw/VsILD_gs1NI/AAAAAAAALPk/4gO7IUs32uY/s1600/cambridge%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhhUKyHOUEw/VsILD_gs1NI/AAAAAAAALPk/4gO7IUs32uY/s640/cambridge%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />What a great place to have a run, though! &nbsp;There is so much to see and most of the narrow little streets are sun-shaded by tall buildings. &nbsp;It still would not induce me to more than walk-run, but for those who like running, I recommend that you do so here at Cambridge University.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3gPBv13Qqg/VsILFoa25nI/AAAAAAAALPo/QcAnMJiv3OE/s1600/cambridge%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z3gPBv13Qqg/VsILFoa25nI/AAAAAAAALPo/QcAnMJiv3OE/s640/cambridge%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><br />I kind of kept expecting Queen Elizabeth the I to appear at that window. &nbsp;(She didn't.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt1Y7GOv9G4/VsILHcBD_lI/AAAAAAAALPs/_QfUtojCfy8/s1600/cambridge%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt1Y7GOv9G4/VsILHcBD_lI/AAAAAAAALPs/_QfUtojCfy8/s640/cambridge%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I was so happy to snap a photo of this cup and saucer collection that, apparently, got a bit out of hand. &nbsp;I was in danger of needing to display mine thusly before my husband put his foot down. &nbsp;To quote him "If another cup and saucer come into this house, I'm out." &nbsp;I like to think that if I had shown him this marvelous sculpture, he would have relented. &nbsp;(Don't cry for me; I have smuggled in plenty of cups and saucers since the "edict".)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49GYQOsswyU/VsILKIGPXMI/AAAAAAAALPw/he4o5CCC8YY/s1600/cambridge%2B26%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49GYQOsswyU/VsILKIGPXMI/AAAAAAAALPw/he4o5CCC8YY/s640/cambridge%2B26%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The variety of architectural styles here is astounding. &nbsp;Loved, loved, loved it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faGNeW0pBlM/VsNV5bZ7iOI/AAAAAAAALSE/5vgD0eqpJtE/s1600/cambridge%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-faGNeW0pBlM/VsNV5bZ7iOI/AAAAAAAALSE/5vgD0eqpJtE/s640/cambridge%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Such cheerful flower boxes!! &nbsp;England, Ireland and Scotland are where unhappy, dry, lifeless California flower boxes run off to in order to live full and rewarding lives. &nbsp;(I have postmarked letters to prove it.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--W9g5smtIic/VsILdRwtSEI/AAAAAAAALP4/DdOe7fgYBoc/s1600/cambridge%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--W9g5smtIic/VsILdRwtSEI/AAAAAAAALP4/DdOe7fgYBoc/s640/cambridge%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" width="634" /></a></div><br />Back to King's College. &nbsp;I believe these two towers are from the chapel. &nbsp;Such a lovely, serene photo.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBg9qRvpX8w/VsILfFhyj4I/AAAAAAAALP8/zgcXdrpDm1U/s1600/cambridge%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBg9qRvpX8w/VsILfFhyj4I/AAAAAAAALP8/zgcXdrpDm1U/s640/cambridge%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Here's what was really going on. &nbsp;Such a mass of humanity.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VA_mo0opVg/VsILlaFfP8I/AAAAAAAALQE/bYDmvKqYI5Q/s1600/cambridge%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="594" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VA_mo0opVg/VsILlaFfP8I/AAAAAAAALQE/bYDmvKqYI5Q/s640/cambridge%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72Y4XFfrKso/VsILoTA1AmI/AAAAAAAALQI/FgCUa4Su-PM/s1600/cambridge%2B32%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72Y4XFfrKso/VsILoTA1AmI/AAAAAAAALQI/FgCUa4Su-PM/s640/cambridge%2B32%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This building is across the street from King's College, I am going to go out on a limb and trust what my memory is telling me: &nbsp;It is called St. Mary's Chapel. &nbsp;There is also a Peterhouse nearby, but I failed to identify it whilst I was there and so did not take its picture. &nbsp;I have to say, England and Ireland is the place to find my children's names everywhere. &nbsp;I was way more impressed by this than either Mary or Peter. &nbsp;So it goes when your name is Heidi and even a gift shop keychain with your name on it is nary to be found. &nbsp;(Heidi has become much more popular but it was so rare when I was a kid that I only met one other during my public school education years. &nbsp;At the time it was almost the sole province of German Shepherds--in fact, that is when my mom decided it would be a great name for her unborn infant--when she heard someone calling their dog.) (I suppose this story would have a lot of holes in it had I grown up in Germany.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_uNRfF9dp8/VsILrmVEnmI/AAAAAAAALQQ/YzSZIfGgmP4/s1600/cambridge%2B34%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_uNRfF9dp8/VsILrmVEnmI/AAAAAAAALQQ/YzSZIfGgmP4/s640/cambridge%2B34%2Bcopy.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br />Upon looking it up (because my photo of the white sign above is truncated, a word I learned via using yahoo email--who knew it would turn out to be so useful?) I discovered that this church is called Church of St. Mary the Great, or GSM (great St. Mary) to differentiate it from St. Mary's chapel, also known as Little Mary's. I was astounded to view a photo of this church online as it depicts a huge tower to the left of this photo. &nbsp;I don't remember that. &nbsp;I must have seen this before I ate my chocolatey Magnum bar.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ptt-FXPr1vE/VsILtikFWrI/AAAAAAAALQU/HKeeuImdnHY/s1600/cambridge%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ptt-FXPr1vE/VsILtikFWrI/AAAAAAAALQU/HKeeuImdnHY/s640/cambridge%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Such fabulous detail on what feel like such small statues from the ground looking up.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RItN6b4uXeA/VsIL9ihf_UI/AAAAAAAALQg/cwPEwWVqi-8/s1600/cambridge%2B37%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RItN6b4uXeA/VsIL9ihf_UI/AAAAAAAALQg/cwPEwWVqi-8/s640/cambridge%2B37%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The race ended and we were finally able to leave the King's Parade and search for sustenance. &nbsp;But I had a motto during this trip, a rule to live by, a determination couched in no uncertain terms: &nbsp;No Cath Kidston store would remain unsullied by my presence. &nbsp;As such, the search for sustenance&nbsp;was shoved onto the back burner for the moment.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2zTFu2wBOM/VsIL_U_5RMI/AAAAAAAALQk/nh2zGncyk2A/s1600/cambridge%2B38%2Bcath%2Bkidston%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2zTFu2wBOM/VsIL_U_5RMI/AAAAAAAALQk/nh2zGncyk2A/s640/cambridge%2B38%2Bcath%2Bkidston%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The cabinets on the left look like a toy kitchen set my sister got when I was a toddler. &nbsp;So cute! &nbsp;And the mugs . . .there was never any edict against mugs. &nbsp;(I did not buy one of these, though. &nbsp;We were only halfway through our trip and I needed an excuse to go into more Cath Kidston stores.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6t1Cgm68UY/VsIMBWcPUUI/AAAAAAAALQo/fHPqL8iJWQk/s1600/cambridge%2B39%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6t1Cgm68UY/VsIMBWcPUUI/AAAAAAAALQo/fHPqL8iJWQk/s640/cambridge%2B39%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I thought about chopping the people out of this photo and decided it would make it too ungainly. &nbsp;Then I thought about blurring their faces, but decided it was too disrespectful. &nbsp;I mean, look at them. &nbsp;They both know they are going to be in this crazy woman's photo. &nbsp;The gal is being classy about it but him--I just really hated to let him down by making him go away.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTAYJ7q5MdM/VsIMDUT0T0I/AAAAAAAALQs/oQkkcA4FDZY/s1600/cambridge%2B40%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTAYJ7q5MdM/VsIMDUT0T0I/AAAAAAAALQs/oQkkcA4FDZY/s640/cambridge%2B40%2Bcopy.jpg" width="612" /></a></div><br />We were there during the day when all of the stores were open, which was a bit rare. &nbsp;Often we pull into the big towns around closing time. &nbsp;And yet, I think we only went into one, No--two, stores. &nbsp;(How could I forget Cath Kidston already?)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHVbRi8L05A/VsIMI7_rH2I/AAAAAAAALQw/EvnIc2-iaro/s1600/cambridge%2B41%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHVbRi8L05A/VsIMI7_rH2I/AAAAAAAALQw/EvnIc2-iaro/s640/cambridge%2B41%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Whatever that thing is, there it is again. I looked this up and failed to find information about it. &nbsp;I am sure the search terms I chose--gold+clock+thingy+with+cockroach+grasshopper+creature+ Cambridge--can't be the source of my difficulty.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2GAJhJsUjk/VsIML3bU5-I/AAAAAAAALQ0/M54NtN4_Gzw/s1600/cambridge%2B42%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2GAJhJsUjk/VsIML3bU5-I/AAAAAAAALQ0/M54NtN4_Gzw/s640/cambridge%2B42%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpeYJz3kuGY/VsIMOj0RvdI/AAAAAAAALQ4/noxmBumHdB0/s1600/cambridge%2B43%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="346" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpeYJz3kuGY/VsIMOj0RvdI/AAAAAAAALQ4/noxmBumHdB0/s640/cambridge%2B43%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjMpjGNOhq4/VsNUbQVqooI/AAAAAAAALRQ/aclJmMCPB54/s1600/cambridge%2B45%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="546" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjMpjGNOhq4/VsNUbQVqooI/AAAAAAAALRQ/aclJmMCPB54/s640/cambridge%2B45%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VS-zgto7iZU/VsNUaN8XLZI/AAAAAAAALRM/IP67-okXqUI/s1600/cambridge%2B44%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VS-zgto7iZU/VsNUaN8XLZI/AAAAAAAALRM/IP67-okXqUI/s640/cambridge%2B44%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />And here we are again at the building featured in Grantchester Season 2 episode 2, also known as Corpus Christi College (the building, not the episode.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7S7a9DDECyw/VsNUdTFbaXI/AAAAAAAALRU/IfBw0Kxx3ng/s1600/cambridge%2B45b%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7S7a9DDECyw/VsNUdTFbaXI/AAAAAAAALRU/IfBw0Kxx3ng/s640/cambridge%2B45b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qaCmxuIgFM/VsNUgM7cufI/AAAAAAAALRY/358rfTD9EMY/s1600/cambridge%2B46%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qaCmxuIgFM/VsNUgM7cufI/AAAAAAAALRY/358rfTD9EMY/s640/cambridge%2B46%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpa-u2ayKiE/VsNUh5g_WUI/AAAAAAAALRc/bbEGcSgxT00/s1600/cambridge%2B47%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpa-u2ayKiE/VsNUh5g_WUI/AAAAAAAALRc/bbEGcSgxT00/s640/cambridge%2B47%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5-_30wue10/VsNUmQf_zUI/AAAAAAAALRg/mE3brGxr72g/s1600/cambridge%2B49%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5-_30wue10/VsNUmQf_zUI/AAAAAAAALRg/mE3brGxr72g/s640/cambridge%2B49%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />There was a scene of that T.V. program filmed right her in this very vestibule. &nbsp;I adore watching British T.V. and being able to say (well, let's be honest--shout) "I've been there!" <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNQUAKBPX9Q/VsNUnFC0XuI/AAAAAAAALRk/v6FYvG4pjNA/s1600/cambridge%2B50%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNQUAKBPX9Q/VsNUnFC0XuI/AAAAAAAALRk/v6FYvG4pjNA/s640/cambridge%2B50%2Bcopy.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqcFJC8vZ9A/VsNUpvrhB-I/AAAAAAAALRo/Uw0ajKtfauo/s1600/cambridge%2B51%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqcFJC8vZ9A/VsNUpvrhB-I/AAAAAAAALRo/Uw0ajKtfauo/s640/cambridge%2B51%2Bcopy.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29i_jQgGg9Q/VsNU3fvJIKI/AAAAAAAALRs/Tcf6ROvzJiU/s1600/cambridge%2B52%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29i_jQgGg9Q/VsNU3fvJIKI/AAAAAAAALRs/Tcf6ROvzJiU/s640/cambridge%2B52%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rtbJpSmC1c/VsNU5zARPDI/AAAAAAAALRw/UdudBWvIYkw/s1600/cambridge%2B53%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rtbJpSmC1c/VsNU5zARPDI/AAAAAAAALRw/UdudBWvIYkw/s640/cambridge%2B53%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX2wXcyLS6c/VsNU75tTExI/AAAAAAAALR0/rUMlybYcZd8/s1600/cambridge%2B54%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="364" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX2wXcyLS6c/VsNU75tTExI/AAAAAAAALR0/rUMlybYcZd8/s640/cambridge%2B54%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />NEXT: &nbsp;The Victoria and Albert Museum in LondonHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-85506696702043254072016-02-12T08:25:00.002-08:002016-02-12T08:25:36.688-08:00Regency Valentines Card Traditions at the Blog of Regency Romance Author Alicia Rasley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP67mYJYAiE/Vr4HOfig-WI/AAAAAAAALN8/_YolRv5MtBc/s1600/valentines%2Bpuzzle%2Bpurse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="626" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP67mYJYAiE/Vr4HOfig-WI/AAAAAAAALN8/_YolRv5MtBc/s640/valentines%2Bpuzzle%2Bpurse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />I am guest blogging today at the blog of Alicia Rasley, regency romance author, about the cards that the Mr. Darcys and Jane Austens of the day exchanged. &nbsp;Click<a href="http://aliciarasleybooks.com/?p=217" target="_blank"> HERE</a> to read. <br /><br /><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-30829487262918967612016-02-02T15:58:00.002-08:002016-02-04T08:23:00.729-08:00York Minster Cathedral, the City, Hadrian's Wall and Jedburgh Abbey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suctfvvUHFs/VqzwCdQ_A7I/AAAAAAAALB8/F32YaCDu_fQ/s1600/d%2Byork%2B70%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="486" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suctfvvUHFs/VqzwCdQ_A7I/AAAAAAAALB8/F32YaCDu_fQ/s640/d%2Byork%2B70%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />York! &nbsp;What an amazing place! &nbsp;It was founded as Eboracum by the Romans in 71 AD and has been an important city, to one group of people or another, ever since. &nbsp;Wikipedia has an<span style="color: red;"> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/York" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">entertaining description</span></a></span> of how Eboracum became York. &nbsp;I say "entertaining" because I am fascinated by the origin of words and because, hey, Wikipedia! &nbsp;The morning/afternoon in July that we spent there was mostly stunningly sunny and we had only two and a half hours to see it all. &nbsp;On your mark, get set, go!! &nbsp;(The beautiful red house above is the Mansion House, home to the Lord Mayor of York. ) (I wrote that staid line this morning and then quit as my mood had not as of yet reached spritely.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6gGwtaHmUo/Vq0qQcaHhRI/AAAAAAAALCM/edRIwWlz_-M/s1600/a%2Bjedburgh%2Babbey%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6gGwtaHmUo/Vq0qQcaHhRI/AAAAAAAALCM/edRIwWlz_-M/s640/a%2Bjedburgh%2Babbey%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />But wait! &nbsp;First, after <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2016/01/in-which-we-spend-afternoon-shopping.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">we left Edinburgh</span></a>, we stopped here at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedburgh_Abbey" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Jedburgh Abbey</span> </a>. &nbsp;It was founded in the 12th century, which is to say, in the 1100's for those who (like me) get confused. &nbsp;It is open for tours with Historic Scotland, but we only had time to take a few photographs from the car park, pronounced "cah pahk". &nbsp;(I got so British when I was there that my husband hardly recognized me when I got home.) &nbsp;It was a gorgeous morning and the building is very beautiful so I am happy with having at least seen it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="626" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBtVgrRfajs/Vq0qXAu1SEI/AAAAAAAALCo/CWLLQCHoMDM/s640/a%2Bjedburgh%2Babbey%2B4b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOVPBgmUl6c/Vq0qUpjr8WI/AAAAAAAALCc/bAj4-S9_voY/s1600/a%2Bjedburgh%2Babbey%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOVPBgmUl6c/Vq0qUpjr8WI/AAAAAAAALCc/bAj4-S9_voY/s640/a%2Bjedburgh%2Babbey%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2VMfzmLCMEM/Vq0qYXSrFDI/AAAAAAAALC0/6DV6GF3FQoo/s1600/b%2Bhadrian%2527s%2Bwall%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="486" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2VMfzmLCMEM/Vq0qYXSrFDI/AAAAAAAALC0/6DV6GF3FQoo/s640/b%2Bhadrian%2527s%2Bwall%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Our next stop was to see this special pile of rocks. &nbsp;Our guide suggested that the people who lived nearby probably didn't have any idea what it is. &nbsp;For those of us who had a guide to guide us, it was pretty thrilling since we knew it was <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hadrian%27s_Wall" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Hadrian's Wall</span></a></span>&nbsp;when we pulled up. &nbsp;It was built to keep the Scottish out of England. &nbsp;It is hard to imagine how this was accomplished, especially since there are plenty of Scots in England at this very moment. &nbsp;Having said, that I'm almost positive it was a whole heck of a lot taller once upon a time.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7WRrvrPtUo/Vq0qZOhTwaI/AAAAAAAALC4/U3X_RkOuEtI/s1600/c%2Bleaving%2Bthe%2Bnorth%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7WRrvrPtUo/Vq0qZOhTwaI/AAAAAAAALC4/U3X_RkOuEtI/s640/c%2Bleaving%2Bthe%2Bnorth%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="612" /></a></div><br />This was our last view of Scotland. &nbsp;I must say that, as a country, it was much more beautiful close up.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leBMMndSuYk/Vq0r5trefuI/AAAAAAAALDI/SWk3cAnWktE/s1600/d%2Byork%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leBMMndSuYk/Vq0r5trefuI/AAAAAAAALDI/SWk3cAnWktE/s640/d%2Byork%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="620" /></a></div><br />This photo was taken through the coach window as we pulled into York. &nbsp;As can be seen, it is a walled city (with tall walls still intact!) and chock-full of Medieval gorgeousness, most of it probably original. &nbsp;(The Victorians tended to add towers and crenellation to buildings that were more recent than the legitimately towered and crenellated ones.) &nbsp;(I, for one, am grateful.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbt2TYdDfaw/Vq0r8XAJMGI/AAAAAAAALDQ/_imKMXb4Lwo/s1600/d%2Byork%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbt2TYdDfaw/Vq0r8XAJMGI/AAAAAAAALDQ/_imKMXb4Lwo/s640/d%2Byork%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I often had very little idea of the time whilst on this trip. &nbsp;It was light for 19 hours a day, especially in the North, and I was pretty much always hungry, so that was not an accurate indicator. &nbsp;However, this photo I snapped whilst crossing the bridge from the car park to the center of town indicates that it was lunchtime. &nbsp;Or thereabouts.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5dy7grGkek/Vq0r-FEGx6I/AAAAAAAALDY/LCl_HasX1o8/s1600/d%2Byork%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5dy7grGkek/Vq0r-FEGx6I/AAAAAAAALDY/LCl_HasX1o8/s640/d%2Byork%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="566" /></a></div><br />It was a stunning, glorious, beautiful day to be in York!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSBbunDXOo/Vq0sOr4AN1I/AAAAAAAALDo/9-9_BZl_O5w/s1600/d%2Byork%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SSBbunDXOo/Vq0sOr4AN1I/AAAAAAAALDo/9-9_BZl_O5w/s640/d%2Byork%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It is rather difficult to get a decent photo whilst walking as fast as you can (we had only 2.5 hours to see it all!) so I couldn't even tell you what this is. &nbsp;However, I am liking that poster of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_III_of_England#Estates_and_titles" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Richard the III</span> </a>that I inadvertently captured. &nbsp;Richard's surname was York and he ruled the North in the 70's and 80's (otherwise known as the 15th century, for those of us who get confused). &nbsp;He was very well liked there and I imagine he still is.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWofvv-Oy_c/Vq0sMBkxL5I/AAAAAAAALDg/ESDd2hQv8II/s1600/d%2Byork%2B6%2Bheaded%2Btoward%2Bthe%2Bminster%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWofvv-Oy_c/Vq0sMBkxL5I/AAAAAAAALDg/ESDd2hQv8II/s640/d%2Byork%2B6%2Bheaded%2Btoward%2Bthe%2Bminster%2Bcopy.jpg" width="326" /></a></div><br />Our first peek at the cathedral. &nbsp;I was pretty excited at this point--I do so love cathedrals!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPw9wwXrEU4/Vq0sQ2XE7FI/AAAAAAAALDw/T1GFF05DYcg/s1600/d%2Byork%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPw9wwXrEU4/Vq0sQ2XE7FI/AAAAAAAALDw/T1GFF05DYcg/s640/d%2Byork%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I wasn't so excited about the cathedral that I failed to take a photo of Bettys Cafe Tea Rooms, a place that had been recommended to me by a friend. &nbsp;We did make our way back there, but none of the fun-to-eat stuff was gluten free, so we didn't stay. &nbsp;Instead, we ate nothing--at least, that's all I remember.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hw5kmW_3dvg/Vq0sSvqPUXI/AAAAAAAALD4/kz7qtjW1_UQ/s1600/d%2Byork%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hw5kmW_3dvg/Vq0sSvqPUXI/AAAAAAAALD4/kz7qtjW1_UQ/s640/d%2Byork%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I was also not too excited to fail to take photos of flowers. &nbsp;I have tried and tried and tried to duplicate this look in my own garden and have failed every time. &nbsp;I have wracked my brain trying to figure it out and have finally decided that there can only be one way: &nbsp;Magic. &nbsp;(Please don't bother steering me straight--I quite simply won't believe you.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crhrgA1RhJk/VrALuEmYSLI/AAAAAAAALEI/N5Oe3V5jSkA/s1600/d%2Byork%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crhrgA1RhJk/VrALuEmYSLI/AAAAAAAALEI/N5Oe3V5jSkA/s640/d%2Byork%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />Christmas is over, but, for next year, I would like a gift certificate to this place, thank you very much. &nbsp;I don't know what it is exactly, but it looks like a fabulous place to lunch, magic balls of flowers, and all.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYYPLfcGTGA/VrALyNt1q9I/AAAAAAAALEQ/0_R0_ew_st0/s1600/d%2Byork%2B10%2Bthe%2Bshambles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYYPLfcGTGA/VrALyNt1q9I/AAAAAAAALEQ/0_R0_ew_st0/s640/d%2Byork%2B10%2Bthe%2Bshambles.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />We were still sort of headed to the cathedral when we took a detour to see The Shambles. As can be seen, it was quite, quite crowded, so it was hard to see much of anything. &nbsp;However, we were told that many of these buildings have been here since the 14th century (the 1300's) and many of them were butcher shops. &nbsp;In fact, as recently as the 1800's, butchers displayed their cuts of meat here. &nbsp;The Shambles also contains the building that was once the home of one <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Clitherow" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Margaret Clitherow</span></a>, a woman who was executed in a distressing fashion for hiding Catholics in a hidey hole. &nbsp;(I recommend reading it, distressing as it may be.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvn2_uE26gE/VrAL1xeeWOI/AAAAAAAALEg/oC7YjmEoTOY/s1600/d%2Byork%2B12%2Bthe%2Bsnickle%2Bor%2Bsomething%2Blike%2Bthat%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvn2_uE26gE/VrAL1xeeWOI/AAAAAAAALEg/oC7YjmEoTOY/s640/d%2Byork%2B12%2Bthe%2Bsnickle%2Bor%2Bsomething%2Blike%2Bthat%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />This is our tour guide, Anne, who was incredibly knowledgeable. &nbsp;We really enjoyed her. &nbsp;She is pointing to the sign above a "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snickelways_of_York" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">snickelway</span></a>", a word coined in the 20th century (also known as the 1900's). &nbsp;You can read about how the word came to be by clicking on the word snickelway. &nbsp;(No, not &nbsp;this one; the red one.) &nbsp;At any rate, those who know them well can get around town much faster than can a tourist, barring Rick Steves.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZZha8CDM_Y/VrAL4kNr6bI/AAAAAAAALEo/BwjEsjxRKKY/s1600/d%2Byork%2B13%2Bthru%2Ba%2Bwindow%2Bpart%2Bof%2Bminster%2Bi%2Bdon%2527t%2Bnow%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZZha8CDM_Y/VrAL4kNr6bI/AAAAAAAALEo/BwjEsjxRKKY/s640/d%2Byork%2B13%2Bthru%2Ba%2Bwindow%2Bpart%2Bof%2Bminster%2Bi%2Bdon%2527t%2Bnow%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I surely wish I could remember the significance of this place. &nbsp;Clearly it is not authentic or original, but I can't remember if it is in an original authentic building, or what. &nbsp;I do love the faux "sugar subtleties" though--the swan and the castle are, I suspect, represent the desserts made out of almost nothing but pure sugar. &nbsp;I also see a fairly frisky fish on the table. &nbsp;(Photo taken through the window, which was quite real, though, most likely not original, either.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryBsppxzzvo/VrAL6AHlY_I/AAAAAAAALEw/V33un0Uf5GY/s1600/d%2Byork%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryBsppxzzvo/VrAL6AHlY_I/AAAAAAAALEw/V33un0Uf5GY/s640/d%2Byork%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I took this photo because I thought it would amuse my son, whose name is Peter and who is currently at that age that leads one to feel that the world revolves around oneself. &nbsp;(As it turns out, he was not in the least impressed.) &nbsp;I also took it because the statue was installed in 1801 which means it was new during the Regency, an era about which I am a tad bit obsessed. &nbsp;(I'm lying. &nbsp;Not about the obsessed part; about why I took the photo--I could't have read that to save my life and only knew what it said when I saw the photo. &nbsp;I would claim that I took the photo so that I could read what was written there, but I had no idea there was writing there, either. &nbsp;I hate being so hard-of-seeing, (short-sighted?) but I am grateful for cameras that can see what I didn't even know was there!)<br />&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3n64ySrMioI/VrAMu4gVegI/AAAAAAAALE4/WgmMDyzYf30/s1600/d%2Byork%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3n64ySrMioI/VrAMu4gVegI/AAAAAAAALE4/WgmMDyzYf30/s640/d%2Byork%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />Getting closer to the cathedral and it's plethora of delightful, muchly-admired Gotchic arches!!!! &nbsp;(Oh, hey, look! &nbsp;There's a clock! &nbsp;I guess it was 3 p.m. in this part of the world. &nbsp;And I still hadn't had lunch.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yFWdvsx8_M/VrAMwboe6vI/AAAAAAAALFA/L-LzCI5EsOQ/s1600/d%2Byork%2B17%2Bguy%2Bfawkes%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="580" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yFWdvsx8_M/VrAMwboe6vI/AAAAAAAALFA/L-LzCI5EsOQ/s640/d%2Byork%2B17%2Bguy%2Bfawkes%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The Guy Fawkes Inn; so much delicious Georgian architecture going on here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ36Sox60R0/VrAMyhUh0lI/AAAAAAAALFI/57P2urddsLs/s1600/d%2Byork%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ36Sox60R0/VrAMyhUh0lI/AAAAAAAALFI/57P2urddsLs/s640/d%2Byork%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is clearly not the cathedral. &nbsp;If I were reasonably educated on cathedrals, I would know what this is. &nbsp; A chapter house? &nbsp;Where the archbishop lives? &nbsp;I just don't know. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xvR9dtxn-k/VrAM1E5oFhI/AAAAAAAALFQ/qwNdOLGuqHI/s1600/d%2Byork%2B19%2Bentering%2Bminster%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xvR9dtxn-k/VrAM1E5oFhI/AAAAAAAALFQ/qwNdOLGuqHI/s640/d%2Byork%2B19%2Bentering%2Bminster%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Finally, here it is! &nbsp;We were never able to get a full shot of it. &nbsp;However, there are about 50 photos of the interior, so take a deep breath. &nbsp;Maybe get up and get a drink of water and use the bathroom. &nbsp;(Or just turn it off, because, really--50 photos!) &nbsp;(I promise that they are gorgeous and worth it though, because it is a gorgeous place.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tre-12csd_E/VrEq0go2rJI/AAAAAAAALMc/h10imSqT-pw/s1600/d%2Byork%2B19%2Bentering%2Bminster%2Bb%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="596" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tre-12csd_E/VrEq0go2rJI/AAAAAAAALMc/h10imSqT-pw/s640/d%2Byork%2B19%2Bentering%2Bminster%2Bb%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />First up is this detail shot of the figure over the door. &nbsp;Is he not precious? &nbsp;Whatever was on the right side in the same spot didn't survive. &nbsp;I suppose he thinks he is guarding the place. &nbsp;I have never seen anything quite like it and I have cropped a ton of photos from England, Scotland and Ireland in order to see what my eyes could not quite make out.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM4knU5YCTM/VrAM4XKC8aI/AAAAAAAALFY/PCQPQDIRCoI/s1600/d%2Byork%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM4knU5YCTM/VrAM4XKC8aI/AAAAAAAALFY/PCQPQDIRCoI/s640/d%2Byork%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />So, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/York_Minster" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">York Minster</span></a>, officially known as the Cathedral and Metropolitical Church of Saint Peter (Hey! I should tell . . . never mind . . . ) in York, is HUGE. &nbsp; I have tried to take photos that signify just how small one feels inside a building like this one. &nbsp;We were on our own so we didn't learn the names of things like we should have (for example, there are certain windows called, for example, the Five Sisters, like I said, I don't have a clue), but hopefully my readers will be able to feel a bit of what it feels like to be here.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca5QW36f9W4/VrAM57nlHHI/AAAAAAAALFg/5MBN4dnGLFY/s1600/d%2Byork%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca5QW36f9W4/VrAM57nlHHI/AAAAAAAALFg/5MBN4dnGLFY/s640/d%2Byork%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />There are probably miles and miles of Gothic tracery windows. &nbsp;I was a very happy girl.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1r_Bvt6cfI/VrANMrLDDKI/AAAAAAAALFo/D7ZbyJ1SyjU/s1600/d%2Byork%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1r_Bvt6cfI/VrANMrLDDKI/AAAAAAAALFo/D7ZbyJ1SyjU/s640/d%2Byork%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br />Even more miles of Gothic arches every where you look.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nN76yrUaY4s/VrANPrKj5vI/AAAAAAAALFw/Z4H0F3tau8Y/s1600/d%2Byork%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nN76yrUaY4s/VrANPrKj5vI/AAAAAAAALFw/Z4H0F3tau8Y/s640/d%2Byork%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Can you see the red and gold thing right above the point of the middle window? &nbsp;I have read that it is a dragon that was used as a crane during construction. &nbsp;Such dedication to decorate and embellish a crane such that it was fit to leave there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sI7oX3mvv8/VrE_rPQ0d4I/AAAAAAAALMs/-11j6Nt2IO8/s1600/dragon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="566" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sI7oX3mvv8/VrE_rPQ0d4I/AAAAAAAALMs/-11j6Nt2IO8/s640/dragon.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcIa-G6GTpc/VrANRA-ty7I/AAAAAAAALF8/FxI9LfGVcog/s1600/d%2Byork%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcIa-G6GTpc/VrANRA-ty7I/AAAAAAAALF8/FxI9LfGVcog/s640/d%2Byork%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcOu25AqbM4/VrANTj3bqlI/AAAAAAAALGQ/kFsxBDiknfA/s1600/d%2Byork%2B26%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcOu25AqbM4/VrANTj3bqlI/AAAAAAAALGQ/kFsxBDiknfA/s640/d%2Byork%2B26%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I was fascinated by the round, gold things on the ceiling. &nbsp;I am certain they have a proper name but I don't remember it. &nbsp;At any rate, they look ike rings. &nbsp;Beautiful!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNnxaf-9ee8/VrANSomfMSI/AAAAAAAALGI/FjGFm6SiZ2A/s1600/d%2Byork%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNnxaf-9ee8/VrANSomfMSI/AAAAAAAALGI/FjGFm6SiZ2A/s640/d%2Byork%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" width="546" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tW9eTMk1PFg/VrANhqR2dKI/AAAAAAAALGY/5-4TRbink8g/s1600/d%2Byork%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tW9eTMk1PFg/VrANhqR2dKI/AAAAAAAALGY/5-4TRbink8g/s640/d%2Byork%2B28%2Bcopy.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_z1olJ8KWi8/VrANl89KW_I/AAAAAAAALGg/tGvz_ZOriz4/s1600/d%2Byork%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_z1olJ8KWi8/VrANl89KW_I/AAAAAAAALGg/tGvz_ZOriz4/s640/d%2Byork%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzfsAWLHgWQ/VrANpoWxAgI/AAAAAAAALGo/u47lMu0kvjc/s1600/d%2Byork%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzfsAWLHgWQ/VrANpoWxAgI/AAAAAAAALGo/u47lMu0kvjc/s640/d%2Byork%2B30%2Bcopy.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZFDHOlf-wM/VrANq_jCQII/AAAAAAAALGw/qpHfxg-zdxA/s1600/d%2Byork%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="442" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZFDHOlf-wM/VrANq_jCQII/AAAAAAAALGw/qpHfxg-zdxA/s640/d%2Byork%2B31%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Seven of the fifteen statues that depict the kings of England from William the I to Henry the VI.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ifbOHQ951U/VrANtquB78I/AAAAAAAALG8/Fopyonm6sHE/s1600/d%2Byork%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="628" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ifbOHQ951U/VrANtquB78I/AAAAAAAALG8/Fopyonm6sHE/s640/d%2Byork%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3_xDsix6pI/VrANsxMfqII/AAAAAAAALG4/ttgHeEdeJCE/s1600/d%2Byork%2B32%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3_xDsix6pI/VrANsxMfqII/AAAAAAAALG4/ttgHeEdeJCE/s640/d%2Byork%2B32%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDCWWllPZHs/VrAOJhjc8SI/AAAAAAAALHI/rOEbRRkk3TY/s1600/d%2Byork%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="628" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDCWWllPZHs/VrAOJhjc8SI/AAAAAAAALHI/rOEbRRkk3TY/s640/d%2Byork%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62TLUUXFV7c/VrAOM6bjHiI/AAAAAAAALHQ/cmCICg9L18E/s1600/d%2Byork%2B34%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62TLUUXFV7c/VrAOM6bjHiI/AAAAAAAALHQ/cmCICg9L18E/s640/d%2Byork%2B34%2Bcopy.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br />John, of the four gospels, and Saint Cecilia, patroness of musicians.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbuZU9Wu3Y0/VrAOPXwA96I/AAAAAAAALHY/MoFGduRvokw/s1600/d%2Byork%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbuZU9Wu3Y0/VrAOPXwA96I/AAAAAAAALHY/MoFGduRvokw/s640/d%2Byork%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I would love to have this in my garden. &nbsp;I'm not greedy--I'll take just one of the three.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc1Beo7sIUk/VrAORvNa2kI/AAAAAAAALHg/x9Wh8RGJfVs/s1600/d%2Byork%2B36%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc1Beo7sIUk/VrAORvNa2kI/AAAAAAAALHg/x9Wh8RGJfVs/s640/d%2Byork%2B36%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdrzOmG-iAg/VrAOTx2KSGI/AAAAAAAALHo/uDJ9Bl6QPZ0/s1600/d%2Byork%2B37%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdrzOmG-iAg/VrAOTx2KSGI/AAAAAAAALHo/uDJ9Bl6QPZ0/s640/d%2Byork%2B37%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I really should know whose tomb this is. &nbsp;Some kind of tour guide I turned out to be! &nbsp;<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burials_and_memorials_in_Westminster_Abbey" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a> is a list of everyone who is buried in the minster--take your pick. &nbsp;There are many kings with the name Edward buried here, as well as Elizabeth I, something I wish I had known when I was there. &nbsp;(I learned that there is a poet's corner, a place I would have happily haunted if I had run across it--like I said, this place is HUGE!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLBwkq5kK_c/VrAOipHvyqI/AAAAAAAALH4/2wrbzu0erzU/s1600/d%2Byork%2B38%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLBwkq5kK_c/VrAOipHvyqI/AAAAAAAALH4/2wrbzu0erzU/s640/d%2Byork%2B38%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r3Jt41EKDrQ/VrAOoSvOg0I/AAAAAAAALII/Qv1W6GJdiQQ/s1600/d%2Byork%2B41%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r3Jt41EKDrQ/VrAOoSvOg0I/AAAAAAAALII/Qv1W6GJdiQQ/s640/d%2Byork%2B41%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I adore all of this carved wood. &nbsp;The eaves-droppers have a snooty expression on their faces, don't they?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7WklRF0iuo/VrAOttpzZEI/AAAAAAAALIY/_tziwaX1IEo/s1600/d%2Byork%2B42%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7WklRF0iuo/VrAOttpzZEI/AAAAAAAALIY/_tziwaX1IEo/s640/d%2Byork%2B42%2Bcopy.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRNob_6Jy6A/VrAOjHb6VUI/AAAAAAAALH0/y3ctgBuBI6k/s1600/d%2Byork%2B39%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRNob_6Jy6A/VrAOjHb6VUI/AAAAAAAALH0/y3ctgBuBI6k/s640/d%2Byork%2B39%2Bcopy.jpg" width="348" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSH-bZGWJug/VrAOlssGarI/AAAAAAAALIA/2OY_zxYnEcg/s1600/d%2Byork%2B40%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSH-bZGWJug/VrAOlssGarI/AAAAAAAALIA/2OY_zxYnEcg/s640/d%2Byork%2B40%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The contrast in this photo between the levels of light and the color of the stone is so gorgeous.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUjBaYBa00E/VrAPUKLRQnI/AAAAAAAALIg/IRxX_rw1z7Y/s1600/d%2Byork%2B43%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUjBaYBa00E/VrAPUKLRQnI/AAAAAAAALIg/IRxX_rw1z7Y/s640/d%2Byork%2B43%2Bcopy.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><br />I would say that these eaves-droppers are more curious than snooty. &nbsp;Somebody sure had fun carving these.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvtlTe786iY/VrAPXSOkPrI/AAAAAAAALIo/M_4owoulgBU/s1600/d%2Byork%2B45%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvtlTe786iY/VrAPXSOkPrI/AAAAAAAALIo/M_4owoulgBU/s640/d%2Byork%2B45%2Bcopy.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmuLEmsfWG0/VrAPgQYcZ7I/AAAAAAAALI8/zE5mzCSVOk4/s1600/d%2Byork%2B47%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmuLEmsfWG0/VrAPgQYcZ7I/AAAAAAAALI8/zE5mzCSVOk4/s640/d%2Byork%2B47%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The amount of craftsmen, workers and hours required to build this is mind-boggling.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja-Oa3Obzsc/VrAStKewhvI/AAAAAAAALMM/y6H8-MXUW6w/s1600/d%2Byork%2B46a%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja-Oa3Obzsc/VrAStKewhvI/AAAAAAAALMM/y6H8-MXUW6w/s640/d%2Byork%2B46a%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />He has such a nice face.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecX898LSyMY/VrAPgMWEO6I/AAAAAAAALI4/3NDavib9oEM/s1600/d%2Byork%2B48%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ecX898LSyMY/VrAPgMWEO6I/AAAAAAAALI4/3NDavib9oEM/s640/d%2Byork%2B48%2Bcopy.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><br />The entrway to the "toilets" was so grand! &nbsp;I wonder what was here before indoor plumbing was installed.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDk65Tun1dQ/VrAPjmWr_XI/AAAAAAAALJI/nNK82wmkgUM/s1600/d%2Byork%2B49%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDk65Tun1dQ/VrAPjmWr_XI/AAAAAAAALJI/nNK82wmkgUM/s640/d%2Byork%2B49%2Bcopy.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i91qtaFlVME/VrAPl8USRCI/AAAAAAAALJQ/IknegzkWjtE/s1600/d%2Byork%2B50%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i91qtaFlVME/VrAPl8USRCI/AAAAAAAALJQ/IknegzkWjtE/s640/d%2Byork%2B50%2Bcopy.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jr7xrkVHNXw/VrAPmOy0FDI/AAAAAAAALJc/ntjui5hYUZY/s1600/d%2Byork%2B51b%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jr7xrkVHNXw/VrAPmOy0FDI/AAAAAAAALJc/ntjui5hYUZY/s640/d%2Byork%2B51b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnTXj_TU2Dw/VrAQKVF0lqI/AAAAAAAALJs/cma6PSmCrwk/s1600/d%2Byork%2B52%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnTXj_TU2Dw/VrAQKVF0lqI/AAAAAAAALJs/cma6PSmCrwk/s640/d%2Byork%2B52%2Bcopy.jpg" width="636" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlOBWJKHH18/VrAQKw6GxiI/AAAAAAAALJw/pSwRfcCxMTk/s1600/d%2Byork%2B53%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlOBWJKHH18/VrAQKw6GxiI/AAAAAAAALJw/pSwRfcCxMTk/s640/d%2Byork%2B53%2Bcopy.jpg" width="326" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7_G_CxQDeA/VrAQM-aUuuI/AAAAAAAALJ4/73XmlZc2-LA/s1600/d%2Byork%2B54%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7_G_CxQDeA/VrAQM-aUuuI/AAAAAAAALJ4/73XmlZc2-LA/s640/d%2Byork%2B54%2Bcopy.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br />I am going to go out on a limb here and guess that this is the tomb of a King and Queen. &nbsp;I think it is such a shame, though, that I don't know. &nbsp;If I stopped long enough to read all of these inscriptions, I would not have been able to see as much as I did.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fbz43zRdfY/VrAQNkSOlgI/AAAAAAAALJ8/BxKGovJa8T4/s1600/d%2Byork%2B55%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fbz43zRdfY/VrAQNkSOlgI/AAAAAAAALJ8/BxKGovJa8T4/s640/d%2Byork%2B55%2Bcopy.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br />This is perhaps meant to represent Queen Elizabeth I or her sister, Queen Mary. &nbsp;Both are buried in the same vault, Elizabeth's coffin stacked on top of her half-sister's.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7q3tI81ZeCE/VrAQQlLYjDI/AAAAAAAALKQ/3ZpVfGnhOR4/s1600/d%2Byork%2B56%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7q3tI81ZeCE/VrAQQlLYjDI/AAAAAAAALKQ/3ZpVfGnhOR4/s640/d%2Byork%2B56%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is a "Thirteenth Century Cope Chest". &nbsp;The sign reads: &nbsp;A cope (cloak) is a processional garment used in the church. &nbsp;It is semi-circular in shape &amp; would have been folded "sides to middle" &amp; laid flat in these chests. &nbsp;The splendid iron strapwork on the lids is similar to that on the Chapter House doors, dating the chests as original furniture of circa 1290." I would never have guessed that those scrolls were made of iron. &nbsp;So beautiful!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgAThI9THvo/VrAQW8N6DuI/AAAAAAAALKc/KVFQPkIR4i8/s1600/d%2Byork%2B59%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgAThI9THvo/VrAQW8N6DuI/AAAAAAAALKc/KVFQPkIR4i8/s640/d%2Byork%2B59%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I have said it before and I will say it again--I just can't get my brain around the process of carving. &nbsp;I was so taken with how lifelike these folds of "fabric" looked.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojwf82VB1Uc/VrAQYJhmEqI/AAAAAAAALKk/5OgQ2yyMN8U/s1600/d%2Byork%2B60%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojwf82VB1Uc/VrAQYJhmEqI/AAAAAAAALKk/5OgQ2yyMN8U/s640/d%2Byork%2B60%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I also have a thing for cherubs. &nbsp;(Essential info, I know!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BirGfwc-vN0/VrAQrvpFCII/AAAAAAAALKs/Ceg-aXcJibw/s1600/d%2Byork%2B61%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BirGfwc-vN0/VrAQrvpFCII/AAAAAAAALKs/Ceg-aXcJibw/s640/d%2Byork%2B61%2Bcopy.jpg" width="616" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceOhkBuAboc/VrAQsglYs-I/AAAAAAAALK0/y9tsfN5D_-k/s1600/d%2Byork%2B62b%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceOhkBuAboc/VrAQsglYs-I/AAAAAAAALK0/y9tsfN5D_-k/s640/d%2Byork%2B62b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><br />Same windows as seen in the photo above, but with the colors of the stained glass visible.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaKl4H96ih4/VrAQtPxTPmI/AAAAAAAALK4/7anVgSNrB3k/s1600/d%2Byork%2B62c1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="600" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaKl4H96ih4/VrAQtPxTPmI/AAAAAAAALK4/7anVgSNrB3k/s640/d%2Byork%2B62c1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUmJz1F9iOE/VrAQ3RUqMhI/AAAAAAAALLQ/C40gmOfOsvc/s1600/d%2Byork%2B64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUmJz1F9iOE/VrAQ3RUqMhI/AAAAAAAALLQ/C40gmOfOsvc/s640/d%2Byork%2B64.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><br />Okay, so this photo is not so great, but I included it to give perspective. &nbsp;See the man in the red shirt at the bottom? &nbsp;And this photo doesn't even include the very top!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBe4sO5sAL0/VrAQ4yPQdpI/AAAAAAAALLY/Wc7t-2bGf-k/s1600/d%2Byork%2B65%2Bgift%2Bshop%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBe4sO5sAL0/VrAQ4yPQdpI/AAAAAAAALLY/Wc7t-2bGf-k/s640/d%2Byork%2B65%2Bgift%2Bshop%2Bcopy.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><br />Well, here we are, in the gift shop. &nbsp;I thought of you, Leila, when I saw these cute bears.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_jwJ4nw5mY/VrAQ8szcdNI/AAAAAAAALLo/TM8Rg4xY7kc/s1600/d%2Byork%2B66%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_jwJ4nw5mY/VrAQ8szcdNI/AAAAAAAALLo/TM8Rg4xY7kc/s640/d%2Byork%2B66%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We then headed out into the open air. &nbsp;Looking back, we missed so much of the cathedral, but finding food was a pressing need by this point. &nbsp;(I'm thinking I ended up with just an apple. &nbsp;GF was hard to find, here.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw_FHT0ZOmg/VrAQ7VFaVtI/AAAAAAAALLg/5oDCoVP2rdw/s1600/d%2Byork%2B67%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw_FHT0ZOmg/VrAQ7VFaVtI/AAAAAAAALLg/5oDCoVP2rdw/s640/d%2Byork%2B67%2Bcopy.jpg" width="379" /></a></div><br />This is Constantine, the son of Constantine. &nbsp;Beneath his feet is inscribed: &nbsp;Constantine, by this sign conquer. &nbsp;You can read all about it <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/northyorkshire/content/articles/2005/09/27/constanine_ilny_feature.shtml" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a> on this non-Wikipedia (gasp!) article. &nbsp;(Spoiler alert! &nbsp;It involves scaling Hadrian's Wall.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kECFVqndkq8/VrAQ_HdstLI/AAAAAAAALL8/DXKESCx28Hw/s1600/d%2Byork%2B68%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kECFVqndkq8/VrAQ_HdstLI/AAAAAAAALL8/DXKESCx28Hw/s640/d%2Byork%2B68%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A gorgeous half-timbered house with its leaded glass windows and magic flower balls.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3AXsUgMZ8A/VrAQ_sOe85I/AAAAAAAALL4/MAYDapQBmVE/s1600/d%2Byork%2B69%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3AXsUgMZ8A/VrAQ_sOe85I/AAAAAAAALL4/MAYDapQBmVE/s640/d%2Byork%2B69%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Goodbye York, a town so charming and Medieval that one chains up one's bikes against the backdrop of a strapped door. &nbsp;Next time: &nbsp;Umm, I am pretty sure it involves Leeds to start with and then goes on to . . . somewhere else. &nbsp;(Cambridge maybe???) &nbsp;Leeds was where we stayed in a hotel that had such a popular bar on the top floor that we endured more than one elevator ride accompanied by drunkards, including one who wanted to do a "snapchat" with me. &nbsp;(?) &nbsp;His friend had to point out that "These are a mother with her daughter". &nbsp;Yeah, the guy was so drunk, he couldn't even tell that I am too old to know the meaning of the phrase "snapchat". &nbsp;Having said that, the elevators in this hotel could have held six or eight of the elevators in our first hotel on this trip, which made it almost a treat to be accosted by drunkards on a regular basis. &nbsp;(True story.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-41611613712806713952016-01-14T20:44:00.000-08:002016-01-15T10:33:49.058-08:00In Which We Spend the Afternoon Shopping (Read: Cath Kidston) and Sight-Seeing in Edinburgh Scotland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEBd_lBE7nM/Vpg60FPf33I/AAAAAAAAK5I/y9beRezJ8aQ/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEBd_lBE7nM/Vpg60FPf33I/AAAAAAAAK5I/y9beRezJ8aQ/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Once we were through with the tour of Edinburgh Castle (see <span style="color: red;">HERE)</span>, (I love to do links in my posts, but for the past month or so, I have had some problems with them not working) were free to see Edinburgh on our own. &nbsp;This charming scene was out on the walkway of a restaurant. &nbsp;Edinburgh is probably one of the few places where cannon balls and cherubs look at home together.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lIwoLiDNgQ/Vpg63OgjBSI/AAAAAAAAK5Q/zkiLGpNbzGo/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lIwoLiDNgQ/Vpg63OgjBSI/AAAAAAAAK5Q/zkiLGpNbzGo/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />We were told that when we came across a "close", we were to go down it. &nbsp;A close is an enclosed courtyard and they are very old. &nbsp;So, of course, we went in.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvm0JmmOmLo/Vpg65t3PW7I/AAAAAAAAK5Y/na4G_NVbzb0/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvm0JmmOmLo/Vpg65t3PW7I/AAAAAAAAK5Y/na4G_NVbzb0/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Gray rock walls and green moss with windows picked out in white--one of my favorite color combinations!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2qOjMq8xSo/Vpg67VNZEwI/AAAAAAAAK5g/mZaFfGxFv0M/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B4%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bclose%2Bmaybe%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2qOjMq8xSo/Vpg67VNZEwI/AAAAAAAAK5g/mZaFfGxFv0M/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B4%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bclose%2Bmaybe%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />This rock wall was a bit of a ruin. &nbsp;I wish I could say that we went up the stairs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKYvl6EHmOk/Vpg69ConHGI/AAAAAAAAK5o/Pfb1p8pY2HM/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B5a%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKYvl6EHmOk/Vpg69ConHGI/AAAAAAAAK5o/Pfb1p8pY2HM/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B5a%2Bcopy.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br />If we had taken the time to do that, I would have fewer photographs to look at. Hmmm. &nbsp;.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aukEZq054e8/Vpg7AkiJ97I/AAAAAAAAK5w/of_12lnDEik/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B6%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bleave%2Bour%2Bhotel%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aukEZq054e8/Vpg7AkiJ97I/AAAAAAAAK5w/of_12lnDEik/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B6%2Bas%2Bwe%2Bleave%2Bour%2Bhotel%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />This was our view of the castle from outside of our hotel in the Grassmarket. &nbsp;We were on a hunt for the Mary's Milk Bar that we had seen online before our trip. &nbsp;And we found it. &nbsp;And the ice cream was good. &nbsp;I am pretty sure it was also lunch.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp7VmGDiHCA/Vpg7DF5y9pI/AAAAAAAAK54/9zG7iQKv6AI/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B7%2Bthe%2Blast%2Bdrop%2Bhanging%2Bspot%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp7VmGDiHCA/Vpg7DF5y9pI/AAAAAAAAK54/9zG7iQKv6AI/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B7%2Bthe%2Blast%2Bdrop%2Bhanging%2Bspot%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The Last Drop is a pub named for the vicinity of the last hanging in Edinburgh? Scotland? Planet Earth? &nbsp;I can't remember. &nbsp;There is a carving in the street that explains it all, but I didn't seem to get a photograph of that. &nbsp;Either way, these lads don't seem too concerned about it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pqoD7uUq7JI/Vpg7hF8TC4I/AAAAAAAAK6I/AqM_ToxaMD4/s1600/f%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pqoD7uUq7JI/Vpg7hF8TC4I/AAAAAAAAK6I/AqM_ToxaMD4/s640/f%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><br />We did run across the Edinburgh Cemetery, scene of the graveyard tour debacle (you can read about that<span style="color: red;"> <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2015/12/edinburgh-scotland-preponderance-of.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a></span>), and, naturally, I took a ton of photos, most of which I have not included here. &nbsp;The official name of this cemetery is Greyfriar's Kirkyard. <br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usQW34uGeoM/Vpg7e65PO0I/AAAAAAAAK6E/25tP557uTZU/s1600/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B8%2Bthe%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usQW34uGeoM/Vpg7e65PO0I/AAAAAAAAK6E/25tP557uTZU/s640/edinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B8%2Bthe%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" width="628" /></a></div><br />The thing is, I was entirely bowled over by the size of these headstones.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-6inu4vhXA/Vpg7q2NaLHI/AAAAAAAAK6c/vCiSoGEMacs/s1600/h%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetery%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i-6inu4vhXA/Vpg7q2NaLHI/AAAAAAAAK6c/vCiSoGEMacs/s640/h%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetery%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I suppose headstones is not the correct word. &nbsp;They are tombs, really. &nbsp;As such, they aren't as big as others I have seen. &nbsp;As headstones, though, they are pretty bowl-over-y.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEqhkuJDTy0/Vpg7mcYEdsI/AAAAAAAAK6Q/NpiSRRKrQxw/s1600/g%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEqhkuJDTy0/Vpg7mcYEdsI/AAAAAAAAK6Q/NpiSRRKrQxw/s640/g%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kaUoqzhjvs/Vpg7tBatKEI/AAAAAAAAK6g/BHKW0Qe-fs8/s1600/i%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kaUoqzhjvs/Vpg7tBatKEI/AAAAAAAAK6g/BHKW0Qe-fs8/s640/i%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" width="636" /></a></div><br />This one is a more typical tomb, I suppose. &nbsp;And so cheerful with that skull and crossbones up on the wall.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1n1cYC11tZ8/Vpg7yVL--zI/AAAAAAAAK6w/U9hGsXBY9qM/s1600/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1n1cYC11tZ8/Vpg7yVL--zI/AAAAAAAAK6w/U9hGsXBY9qM/s640/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><br />Cemeteries and graveyards are full of such beauty.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QSWgN95Do0/Vpg72MxfmtI/AAAAAAAAK64/D5NEyMYJ_Mw/s1600/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QSWgN95Do0/Vpg72MxfmtI/AAAAAAAAK64/D5NEyMYJ_Mw/s640/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br />This is the final resting place of <a href="http://www.geni.com/people/William-Little-of-Liberton-House-I/6000000021476545072" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Lord Provost William Little</span></a> and his brother, Clement.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBZzUSwIazs/Vpg7_lY640I/AAAAAAAAK7Q/alNeXVlTbA8/s1600/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBZzUSwIazs/Vpg7_lY640I/AAAAAAAAK7Q/alNeXVlTbA8/s640/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />People live in the homes/apartments that these tombstones back up onto. &nbsp;I imagine they have quiet neighbors.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2qVO2Mztjw/Vpg-A06m_OI/AAAAAAAAK7c/bQiXNN3Rtpc/s1600/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bpalette%2Bknife%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2qVO2Mztjw/Vpg-A06m_OI/AAAAAAAAK7c/bQiXNN3Rtpc/s640/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bpalette%2Bknife%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I used the Palette Knife app on this one . . .<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRtlTOdhkWo/Vpg-D4djgyI/AAAAAAAAK7k/scWLyFxjYMg/s1600/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bwater%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRtlTOdhkWo/Vpg-D4djgyI/AAAAAAAAK7k/scWLyFxjYMg/s640/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bwater%2Bcolor%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;. &nbsp;. and the Water Color app on this one. &nbsp;Not sure which I like better. &nbsp;Any thoughts?<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JU2g-Ef9Sr8/Vpg7wVQkNeI/AAAAAAAAK6o/9_f-XVGHhv4/s1600/j%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JU2g-Ef9Sr8/Vpg7wVQkNeI/AAAAAAAAK6o/9_f-XVGHhv4/s640/j%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The tombstone on the left is the one in the photos above. &nbsp;Note the cheerful red geraniums in the window between tombstones two and three.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd_tEurzg8M/Vpg77rpHa6I/AAAAAAAAK7A/sMKzBHJ4XYo/s1600/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd_tEurzg8M/Vpg77rpHa6I/AAAAAAAAK7A/sMKzBHJ4XYo/s640/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />A view of the city from down in the cemetery.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VnqkDnEjXXc/Vpg79c_keGI/AAAAAAAAK7I/z4ODkgasHUk/s1600/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VnqkDnEjXXc/Vpg79c_keGI/AAAAAAAAK7I/z4ODkgasHUk/s640/k%2Bedinburgh%2Bcemetary%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><br />More traditionally-sized headstones.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPhFP7Yj9M8/Vpg_y7hQ-uI/AAAAAAAAK70/nym1g9B7uhQ/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPhFP7Yj9M8/Vpg_y7hQ-uI/AAAAAAAAK70/nym1g9B7uhQ/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>&nbsp;I was really taken with these ironwork railings on this building as I hadn't/haven't seen anything like them in either England or Ireland. &nbsp;I'm pretty sure the young man with the black hat is none other than one of our favorite Scottish actors<span style="color: red;">, <span style="color: red;"><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0207691/?ref_=tt_cl_t4" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Iain De Caestecker</span></a>.</span> </span>&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMHG17OHB30/VphBmz8kLeI/AAAAAAAAK8Y/3gCFnGigZFY/s1600/Iain%2BDe%2BCaestecker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMHG17OHB30/VphBmz8kLeI/AAAAAAAAK8Y/3gCFnGigZFY/s640/Iain%2BDe%2BCaestecker.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br />You see the resemblance, don't you? &nbsp;I am good at spotting celebrities. &nbsp;I saw Clint Eastwood in Carmel, Ca (where he lives and was, at the time, mayor) in a limo, though it was hard to tell with the dark glasses and the tinted window . . .But I'm *sure* it was him (tongue firmly planted in cheek). &nbsp;At any rate, it COULD be Iain De Caestecker. &nbsp;He is Scottish, after all.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hg9i20kiJ7o/Vpg_3uHyg3I/AAAAAAAAK78/WG6z-BogGnY/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B2%2Broyal%2Bmile%2Bmaybe%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hg9i20kiJ7o/Vpg_3uHyg3I/AAAAAAAAK78/WG6z-BogGnY/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B2%2Broyal%2Bmile%2Bmaybe%2Bcopy.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Here we are, heading down into The Royal Mile. &nbsp;At the other end of this is Holyroodhouse Palace, a gorgeous not-to-be-missed place that I missed due to sickness. &nbsp;Le sigh . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n68LqKHbNTE/Vpg_5ehmxvI/AAAAAAAAK8E/H-hVzCIW1uc/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n68LqKHbNTE/Vpg_5ehmxvI/AAAAAAAAK8E/H-hVzCIW1uc/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br />We thought this was a fairly witty establishment. &nbsp;We probably should have gone inside. &nbsp;There are some images of it online <a href="https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=AwrSbnD1ZJhWZmcAym5XNyoA;_ylu=X3oDMTByNWU4cGh1BGNvbG8DZ3ExBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNzYw--?p=Frankenstein+Pub&amp;fr=mcafee" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE.&nbsp;</span></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXMqOhAxQkY/Vpg_-HmTZXI/AAAAAAAAK8M/n40DRjG5bdQ/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B4%2Bjk%2Browling%2Bspot%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXMqOhAxQkY/Vpg_-HmTZXI/AAAAAAAAK8M/n40DRjG5bdQ/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B4%2Bjk%2Browling%2Bspot%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />A few doors down one finds The Elephant House, the pub where J.K. Rowling wrote much of her early Harry Potter books whilst gazing at the castle, inspiration for Hogwarts. &nbsp;(We did not go inside, but I'm sure it's a lovely establishment.)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvP_Pmv9fC4/VphBzlNmiVI/AAAAAAAAK8g/YHPjn36pVgI/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvP_Pmv9fC4/VphBzlNmiVI/AAAAAAAAK8g/YHPjn36pVgI/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Love this view of the Central Library. &nbsp;I was very tempted to go inside to see if any of my books were on those shelves. &nbsp;(We did not.) (Bummer! &nbsp;When am I ever going to be in Edinburgh again?) (Actually, I was back three days later, but I still didn't go in.) (Bummer!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvzB7vjEMps/VphB1iAiP5I/AAAAAAAAK8o/ToYD4RiKmVI/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B6%2Bcentral%2Blibrary%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvzB7vjEMps/VphB1iAiP5I/AAAAAAAAK8o/ToYD4RiKmVI/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B6%2Bcentral%2Blibrary%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The sign that says "Central Library" was my only clue as to what this building houses.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yv31UznjiBM/VphB2du2FlI/AAAAAAAAK8s/tOSIgfwjGW0/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yv31UznjiBM/VphB2du2FlI/AAAAAAAAK8s/tOSIgfwjGW0/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I always wonder how people get photos with the out of focus background with just a point and shoot camera. &nbsp;I still don't know how it's done. &nbsp;I was so tickled to see this.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YbhCpD-4Ww/VphB4aYyCDI/AAAAAAAAK84/MgofsVKlrTo/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YbhCpD-4Ww/VphB4aYyCDI/AAAAAAAAK84/MgofsVKlrTo/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Behold, on the left, is one of the few kilted men we saw in Edinburgh.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJjyxfpxr7Q/VphB5dTzp8I/AAAAAAAAK9A/6PgCLbg8_5s/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B9%2Broyal%2Bmile%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJjyxfpxr7Q/VphB5dTzp8I/AAAAAAAAK9A/6PgCLbg8_5s/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B9%2Broyal%2Bmile%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />What really strikes one whilst walking around Edinburgh is just how very old it is. &nbsp;It smells old. &nbsp;It feels old. &nbsp;It makes one wonder if it tastes old, as well. &nbsp;(Not sure what "old" tastes like, but I think I would know it if I tasted it.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glRDwPizG9E/VphB8KYukzI/AAAAAAAAK9I/3rzKWjDzAr0/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glRDwPizG9E/VphB8KYukzI/AAAAAAAAK9I/3rzKWjDzAr0/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" width="538" /></a></div><br />This statue depicts philosopher David Hume. &nbsp;The church in the background is The High Kirk of Edinburgh St. Giles Cathedral.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDEghTkUHcc/VphB9jd68jI/AAAAAAAAK9Q/E8M6GDthe5o/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDEghTkUHcc/VphB9jd68jI/AAAAAAAAK9Q/E8M6GDthe5o/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The bank of Scotland. &nbsp;Naturally. &nbsp;It's the only gold statue we saw in Edinburgh.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xliiuvnwXCo/VphB-qM0J0I/AAAAAAAAK9U/_STaBmSUpfI/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B11b%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="414" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xliiuvnwXCo/VphB-qM0J0I/AAAAAAAAK9U/_STaBmSUpfI/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B11b%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Detail of the previous photo: &nbsp;I love the Scottish thistles depicted here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67aW8_8vexg/VphGvqvNoyI/AAAAAAAAK9s/gjU6GEsLv-Q/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67aW8_8vexg/VphGvqvNoyI/AAAAAAAAK9s/gjU6GEsLv-Q/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><br />The Black Watch monument. &nbsp;The words below read: &nbsp;AM FREICEADAN DUBH which, in a convulated way, means The Black Watch. &nbsp;He stands close to the junction between the old town (grassmarket) and the new town, (haymarket).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEBILPu9kvk/VphGzwvE7wI/AAAAAAAAK90/X3W676HSFOE/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEBILPu9kvk/VphGzwvE7wI/AAAAAAAAK90/X3W676HSFOE/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The other side of the Bank of Scotland. . . so pretty!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08bLaY1O6T0/VphG1rNpEMI/AAAAAAAAK98/ey5q0CGQntw/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08bLaY1O6T0/VphG1rNpEMI/AAAAAAAAK98/ey5q0CGQntw/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiz1bzbaigM/VphG26xcQmI/AAAAAAAAK-E/n0vMBSJRPRs/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hiz1bzbaigM/VphG26xcQmI/AAAAAAAAK-E/n0vMBSJRPRs/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><br />The Scott Monument wherein you can find a huge marble statue of Sir Walter Scott. We *did* see that later . . .<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbcAUD_qbPY/VphG5yCcSII/AAAAAAAAK-M/_nWi3NRdmjQ/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbcAUD_qbPY/VphG5yCcSII/AAAAAAAAK-M/_nWi3NRdmjQ/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The Festival Wheel (the third ferris wheel in 6 days that Mary did not get to ride), the Scott Monument and the Balmoral Hotel in the distance.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRXqaFgmX30/VphG7tuV5xI/AAAAAAAAK-U/K7XFhLWsnLc/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="600" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRXqaFgmX30/VphG7tuV5xI/AAAAAAAAK-U/K7XFhLWsnLc/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I believe the Greek looking building with the doric columns is the Royal Scottish Academy. &nbsp;The square towers with the red banners is College University: &nbsp;Edinburgh University College of Science.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIGcT1bqlM4/VphG9ENzgBI/AAAAAAAAK-c/9hbcW-NmDgA/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIGcT1bqlM4/VphG9ENzgBI/AAAAAAAAK-c/9hbcW-NmDgA/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" width="630" /></a></div><br />A few of oldtown through the trees.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ei6QPORdTM/VphG_DSY7hI/AAAAAAAAK-k/UboSupy-9-A/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ei6QPORdTM/VphG_DSY7hI/AAAAAAAAK-k/UboSupy-9-A/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Don't quote me, but I believe this is Princes Street with a different view of the ferris wheel, Scott Monument and the Balmoral.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9dpA3TBfwI/VphHZkw882I/AAAAAAAAK-s/gjMh5q9juow/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9dpA3TBfwI/VphHZkw882I/AAAAAAAAK-s/gjMh5q9juow/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><br />King George the IV was, once upon a time, the Prince Regent, he who gave the Regency time period it's name. &nbsp;We love him. &nbsp;He wasn't a stellar person or king, but we love him anyway.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLkan8a4cKA/VphHcExtncI/AAAAAAAAK-0/f8LLu07FKJM/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B22%2Bck%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLkan8a4cKA/VphHcExtncI/AAAAAAAAK-0/f8LLu07FKJM/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B22%2Bck%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />And then we found it: &nbsp;Cath Kidston! &nbsp;Now, I can't really afford to buy much of anything at CK, but when we were in Ireland, I went into my first CK store, and I was hooked. &nbsp;I bought two melamine/plastic plates in the Spray Flowers pattern because they were delectable and they were on clearance. &nbsp;After a year of eating my meals off of those plates, I truly, madly, deeply, wanted more. &nbsp;So, going into every CK store I could find was high on my list.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gle9CxoY9c/VphHeOxrHyI/AAAAAAAAK-8/AbP62BJf22Q/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gle9CxoY9c/VphHeOxrHyI/AAAAAAAAK-8/AbP62BJf22Q/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Not only was there a chance of finding more plates (I never did) (because they were on clearance a year prior and had been discontinued) (sad) but CK stores are housed in scrumptious buildings and are decorated with scrumptious CK style.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwCsaeFDGN0/VphHf2V9v3I/AAAAAAAAK_E/uOUZNB5ht4c/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwCsaeFDGN0/VphHf2V9v3I/AAAAAAAAK_E/uOUZNB5ht4c/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Yes, please. &nbsp;I'll take it. &nbsp;The whole kit and kaboodle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOWVmVevFFg/VphHhdpwAaI/AAAAAAAAK_Q/ylbu_-DkdVI/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOWVmVevFFg/VphHhdpwAaI/AAAAAAAAK_Q/ylbu_-DkdVI/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I mean, really--who wouldn't want to shop here? &nbsp;Or just walk about, aimlessly, taking in all of this gorgeous country English style?<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfzCELf_h0Q/VphHioG30LI/AAAAAAAAK_Y/t7JMv2uA16o/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B26%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfzCELf_h0Q/VphHioG30LI/AAAAAAAAK_Y/t7JMv2uA16o/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B26%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I don't know what I would do with this fabric, but I would find something to cover it with.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkhHLLPbTls/VphHkROTzGI/AAAAAAAAK_c/CzfnB99PUog/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkhHLLPbTls/VphHkROTzGI/AAAAAAAAK_c/CzfnB99PUog/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B27%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And the ceilings! &nbsp;(Let it be said: &nbsp;the ceilings!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-day1LgZ2PkU/VphHmWul73I/AAAAAAAAK_k/tx-4VNV6Q9Q/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B28%2Bck%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-day1LgZ2PkU/VphHmWul73I/AAAAAAAAK_k/tx-4VNV6Q9Q/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B28%2Bck%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I love the robin egg blue and red--it's so pretty and chipper.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSN8WBA3lfQ/VphHprnkyrI/AAAAAAAAK_s/PiDGqD4NzZk/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSN8WBA3lfQ/VphHprnkyrI/AAAAAAAAK_s/PiDGqD4NzZk/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B29%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />After failing to find anything inexpensive or justifiable enough to purchase, we found the Laura Ashley store. &nbsp;I did not have time to take photos in this store though it is also very lovely. &nbsp;However, we do have LA in the US so it's not quite as special. &nbsp;But, like I said, I would have taken plenty, except that I was spending all of my time in the wallpaper/fabric room trying to get a hold of a roll of wallpaper with which I fell head-over-heels in love. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox1NExYbWBU/VphHtrFXe-I/AAAAAAAAK_0/f81zNFQLu8U/s1600/hallway%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox1NExYbWBU/VphHtrFXe-I/AAAAAAAAK_0/f81zNFQLu8U/s640/hallway%2B1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;There was only one roll left. &nbsp;In fact, it was just a partial roll, because someone had used it to wrap the boxes that contained all of the wallpaper that was on sale. &nbsp;For 2.99 pounds. &nbsp;Per roll. &nbsp;Instead of, like, 37.99. &nbsp;There was a huge roll of fabric of this pattern that I would have mortgaged my house to purchase and get home, but it was spoken for. &nbsp;I swore that I would come back to this store when I returned to Edinburgh in three days to see if the fabric had been miraculously abandoned, but I was too sick. &nbsp;However, I did receive the almost full roll of opened wallpaper as a gift because there was no more to be found in the back. &nbsp;I swore that I would go into every LA store that I could find between then and when we went home to buy more, but I only saw one more, in Inverness, too far away for us to make it to on foot. &nbsp;Happily, this roll covered this area in my front hall and I. Am. In. Love. &nbsp;(Thank you, Laura Ashley!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bdXWHlVayM/VphIVhMHVfI/AAAAAAAAK_8/XTZiypkV93E/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bdXWHlVayM/VphIVhMHVfI/AAAAAAAAK_8/XTZiypkV93E/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A sweet little restaurant of some kind with a very darling door.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qujaJs-nCqY/VphIXL2hQBI/AAAAAAAALAE/GEqijv-GajM/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qujaJs-nCqY/VphIXL2hQBI/AAAAAAAALAE/GEqijv-GajM/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B33%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />It looks a bit off-kilter, but I would not care, either.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rFHPP3BjCc/VphIXwaYyEI/AAAAAAAALAI/g9Ovjua9l3k/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B34%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rFHPP3BjCc/VphIXwaYyEI/AAAAAAAALAI/g9Ovjua9l3k/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B34%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />After a bit, it started to rain and we ducked into this establishment to sip the best looking hot chocolate I have ever sipped. &nbsp;How did I keep my Laura Ashley wallpaper dry? &nbsp;Now I remember that this is the same day that I bought <a href="http://www.cathkidston.com/foldaway-bags/cranham-foldaway-shopper-1015320" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">THIS</span></a> foldaway carrier bag--waterproof! &nbsp;I remember sitting on a high stool in the window watching shoppers walking in the rain (clearly, all sturdier souls than we) thinking: &nbsp;I'm in Edinburgh! &nbsp;Scotland! &nbsp;Drinking hot chocolate! &nbsp;So cool.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky5gcH09d60/VphIZGcMrjI/AAAAAAAALAU/lKoP7Wm_zXs/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky5gcH09d60/VphIZGcMrjI/AAAAAAAALAU/lKoP7Wm_zXs/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B35%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Shades of Dublin. &nbsp;We didn't see many painted doors in Scotland--this really stood out.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76u5U8ktDzY/VphIaTr_xYI/AAAAAAAALAc/KrFM_KKJiN4/s1600/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B36%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76u5U8ktDzY/VphIaTr_xYI/AAAAAAAALAc/KrFM_KKJiN4/s640/l%2Bedinburgh%2Bkicking%2Bit%2B36%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Spotted on the way back up the stairs to the Grassmarket, headed back to the hotel and dinner.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TekxHGclAcQ/VphIc_6hpDI/AAAAAAAALAk/YdS_XNCiMrw/s1600/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TekxHGclAcQ/VphIc_6hpDI/AAAAAAAALAk/YdS_XNCiMrw/s640/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Dinner was a "Scottish Show" in a different part of town. &nbsp;We boarded the coach to get there--this was one of the last photos I took before I was struck down by the fever that would keep me in bed for the next two days.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dx_uvI2MYI8/VphIiBnC9uI/AAAAAAAALAs/kVQ_VTx9vJM/s1600/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dx_uvI2MYI8/VphIiBnC9uI/AAAAAAAALAs/kVQ_VTx9vJM/s640/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B6.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The show was fantastic. &nbsp;Everyone was very talented and it all looked so much better than these photos imply. &nbsp;The lighting did not lend itself to good photos.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrLbxkqsnXw/VphIkwrofzI/AAAAAAAALA0/2ZjWL1gryAI/s1600/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrLbxkqsnXw/VphIkwrofzI/AAAAAAAALA0/2ZjWL1gryAI/s640/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B3.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />The kilted table is where the haggis sat before they served it to us. &nbsp;Eeeep!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Myz5x9i-lg/VphIm4PFQSI/AAAAAAAALA8/F56x-vQhyXU/s1600/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Myz5x9i-lg/VphIm4PFQSI/AAAAAAAALA8/F56x-vQhyXU/s640/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />It was a beautiful evening, in spite of the growing fever that had me rocking back and forth towards the end.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9jZmeAnDSY/VphInxE60GI/AAAAAAAALBA/syeohjpnq6Y/s1600/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9jZmeAnDSY/VphInxE60GI/AAAAAAAALBA/syeohjpnq6Y/s640/m%2Bthe%2Bscottish%2Bdinner%2B5.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />These two were very talented. &nbsp;They are also the ones who served up the haggis. &nbsp;One can only wonder if there was some kind of special make up they wore that rendered their faces undetectable, in case of vengeful tourists. &nbsp;Since there is gluten in haggis, I was able to gracefully decline. &nbsp;Next time: &nbsp;Back to England! &nbsp;Hadrian's Wall! &nbsp;York! &nbsp;(I think!)Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-65599228354196770542016-01-07T16:45:00.002-08:002016-01-07T16:45:55.529-08:00A Tour of Edinburgh Castle (With Its View of the City As Seen by Mary Queen of Scots) and the Napoleonic War Barracks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nbi73CQyqM/Vo25tXqAYgI/AAAAAAAAKxA/_37TeG3cNdQ/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B33%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nbi73CQyqM/Vo25tXqAYgI/AAAAAAAAKxA/_37TeG3cNdQ/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B33%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Our first full day in Edinburgh began with a coach tour during which I failed to snap a single photo. &nbsp;It is very sad, indeed, because we parked below the window from which the very young Robert Louis Stevenson gazed across to the park in which he first conceived Kidnapped. &nbsp;Picture being seated in a coach ("bus" for us Yanks) and peering up to a third story window of a Georgian townhouse on the left and then through the trees to the imagined pond in the park on the right. &nbsp;(I guess the reasons as to why I took few photos on this tour are becoming clear.) We saw a lot of fun things on that tour, but I can't remember what most of them were due to lack of photographic evidence. &nbsp;However, I took plenty of photos of Edinburgh Castle, which was the main visit of the day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akf-s61FegE/Vo25uG5FjII/AAAAAAAAKxE/Drx6BgAH8iE/s1600/a%2Bphoto%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcastle%2Btaken%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Broom%2Bwindow%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="532" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akf-s61FegE/Vo25uG5FjII/AAAAAAAAKxE/Drx6BgAH8iE/s640/a%2Bphoto%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcastle%2Btaken%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Broom%2Bwindow%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This photo was taken from the window of our hotel room in the Grassmarket. &nbsp;Really, it was a pretty spectacular place to stay. &nbsp;The world famous annual&nbsp;<span style="color: red;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_tattoo" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Military Tatoo</span></a> </span>(we're not talking about ink injected into the arm, here) is held here and just out of view on the left side area is where the blue stadium seating was already being set up (just as a reminder, I was there in July). &nbsp;The top right roof is the barracks and where the people are standing along the straight edge on the right is where we stood to take most of the long-distance scenery photos that come later in this post.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjEBzsY0hTU/Vo25vjU3egI/AAAAAAAAKxQ/YTWapeuOtFg/s1600/a%2Bview%2Bfrom%2BArthur%2527s%2Bseat%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjEBzsY0hTU/Vo25vjU3egI/AAAAAAAAKxQ/YTWapeuOtFg/s640/a%2Bview%2Bfrom%2BArthur%2527s%2Bseat%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />However, our last stop before we headed for the castle was Arthur's Seat. &nbsp;This is an ancient outcropping of rocks, the foot of which can be seen on the right of the photo above. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEnA6I41dV0/Vo25x3_AQ1I/AAAAAAAAKxg/Gg-I0tGLH-U/s1600/a%2Bview%2Bof%2BArthur%2527s%2Bseat%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEnA6I41dV0/Vo25x3_AQ1I/AAAAAAAAKxg/Gg-I0tGLH-U/s640/a%2Bview%2Bof%2BArthur%2527s%2Bseat%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The hike up to the promontory is allowed and often done, but not by us. &nbsp;That's okay--this was close enough for me and we still had a wonderful view of the city spread out below.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxwPRXHgHIA/Vo25zZUwOjI/AAAAAAAAKxo/2WmpDqyK1hg/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B0%2Benvirons%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxwPRXHgHIA/Vo25zZUwOjI/AAAAAAAAKxo/2WmpDqyK1hg/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B0%2Benvirons%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Once the coach ground to a halt and we were let out into the bracing wind (still July) to begin our tour of the castle, this was the first photo I took. &nbsp;I believe it is a church. &nbsp;I have some kind of affinity for them. &nbsp;Or something.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnbG5pL4CAA/Vo25426B77I/AAAAAAAAKxw/WVVbqEQN_5w/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B53%2Bww%2Bor%2Brtbruce%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnbG5pL4CAA/Vo25426B77I/AAAAAAAAKxw/WVVbqEQN_5w/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B53%2Bww%2Bor%2Brtbruce%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Edinburgh Castle sits on a huge rock (a plug of ancient volcano) that has borne a stronghold of one kind or another since the Iron Age (2nd century AD). &nbsp;There has been a royal castle there since 12th century, at least, and it continued to be a royal residence until 1603. &nbsp;As we went through the gatehouse entrance, we were met by a large statue on either side of the doorway: &nbsp;The one above depicts Robert the Bruce. &nbsp;(He is a popular guy in Scotland.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xlaDP6C7Lc/Vo256skw_HI/AAAAAAAAKx4/Kxp-byGiYbQ/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B54%2Bentering%2Bwilliam%2Bwallace%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xlaDP6C7Lc/Vo256skw_HI/AAAAAAAAKx4/Kxp-byGiYbQ/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B54%2Bentering%2Bwilliam%2Bwallace%2Bcopy.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br />The one on the right is of William Wallace. &nbsp;We didn't see quite as many statues of him during our stay in Scotland, but I am certain he is still fairly popular in certain circles. &nbsp;These statues are by Thomas Clapperton and were added to the gatehouse in 1929.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpamoUTkpyI/Vo26JXHn48I/AAAAAAAAKyA/mzw5TJtCejs/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpamoUTkpyI/Vo26JXHn48I/AAAAAAAAKyA/mzw5TJtCejs/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is the Portcullis Gate. &nbsp;The metal bars of the gate are just visible below the arch. &nbsp;Note the gift shop to the right. &nbsp;Oh, how we loved the gift shops!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T81x8xkzg5E/Vo26LPRapII/AAAAAAAAKyI/bQEpZlqd7A0/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T81x8xkzg5E/Vo26LPRapII/AAAAAAAAKyI/bQEpZlqd7A0/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />It was quite crowded the day we were there (July) and there was a large press of people which meant we had to do some standing around and waiting. &nbsp;This gave me time to look around and take photos of all sorts of things. &nbsp;Many of the photos, however, have had the people cut out of them which makes for some awkward framing. &nbsp;Whatevs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmUsV5mYjJw/Vo26MPeaU1I/AAAAAAAAKyQ/A2l3evxJr8w/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B4%2Bchapel%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmUsV5mYjJw/Vo26MPeaU1I/AAAAAAAAKyQ/A2l3evxJr8w/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B4%2Bchapel%2Bcopy.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br />Once we went under the gatehouse and up the ramp, we turned to the left in almost a full circle and encountered this building. &nbsp;It is the Scottish National War Memorial. &nbsp;I took quite a few photos of this one. &nbsp;I seem to recall being told that the garden was only recently planted.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njyWEE4Khok/Vo26QOIWGkI/AAAAAAAAKyc/mikJqOB_fMM/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B6%2Bchapel%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njyWEE4Khok/Vo26QOIWGkI/AAAAAAAAKyc/mikJqOB_fMM/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B6%2Bchapel%2Bcopy.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cv5GAgIg-GE/Vo26SH0IggI/AAAAAAAAKyo/oOIKa7KRo58/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B7%2Bchapel%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cv5GAgIg-GE/Vo26SH0IggI/AAAAAAAAKyo/oOIKa7KRo58/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B7%2Bchapel%2Bcopy.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5F8JQ4pZFT4/Vo26TFRNhhI/AAAAAAAAKys/E_ljaaW2zHs/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5F8JQ4pZFT4/Vo26TFRNhhI/AAAAAAAAKys/E_ljaaW2zHs/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="594" /></a></div><br />This photo shows some buildings we passed on our way to the Great Hall. &nbsp;I love all of the wonderful old stone (but what's new?)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKfLn6ko-Hc/Vo26URVjn6I/AAAAAAAAKy4/H1PK-SGVDPo/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKfLn6ko-Hc/Vo26URVjn6I/AAAAAAAAKy4/H1PK-SGVDPo/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The place where they keep the Crown Jewels, and Many Many People Also Taking Photographs. &nbsp;What can I say? &nbsp;It was July. &nbsp;We did not go inside of that building--it was just too many people for us. &nbsp;Looking back, I was pretty tired and about to become pretty darn sick, so I guess that explains it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMqjd96qec4/Vo26hqp3ckI/AAAAAAAAKzA/byyViZrXiGM/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B10%2Bgreat%2Bhall%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMqjd96qec4/Vo26hqp3ckI/AAAAAAAAKzA/byyViZrXiGM/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B10%2Bgreat%2Bhall%2Bcopy.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br />We opted, instead, to go into the Great Hall. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AyE9IZK1Zs/Vo26i3_8YbI/AAAAAAAAKzI/4--2QV6UTxQ/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AyE9IZK1Zs/Vo26i3_8YbI/AAAAAAAAKzI/4--2QV6UTxQ/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This was a huge room chock-full of as many bits of carved wood, statues, stained glass windows, texture and drama as even I could wish.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2eQsizVbOg/Vo26lfbnr_I/AAAAAAAAKzQ/AIbri2vT_Ek/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2eQsizVbOg/Vo26lfbnr_I/AAAAAAAAKzQ/AIbri2vT_Ek/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mZO6mht6FE/Vo2-T96iUXI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/Z6UckeQxULg/s1600/not%2Bmy%2Bphoto%2Bfireplace%2Bgreat%2Bhall%2Bof%2Bcastle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mZO6mht6FE/Vo2-T96iUXI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/Z6UckeQxULg/s640/not%2Bmy%2Bphoto%2Bfireplace%2Bgreat%2Bhall%2Bof%2Bcastle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />I had to borrow this photo from the internet. &nbsp;I was quite dismayed to unload the photos for this blog post only to discover that I did not have a photo of the centerpiece of the room--the amazing fireplace. &nbsp;There were too many people there that day to get an unobscured view, it being July and all. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcIBuy7CW1I/Vo26rqmMn_I/AAAAAAAAKzo/9oIdwNGit8o/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcIBuy7CW1I/Vo26rqmMn_I/AAAAAAAAKzo/9oIdwNGit8o/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />However, I did manage to get these rather grainy close ups of the statues to either side. &nbsp;I kind of love the imps below the feet of these over-warm women. &nbsp;(Clearly they are in various states of disrobing due to the fact that they are so hot from the fire.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_TFW_6ZeuQ/Vo26tZPR7rI/AAAAAAAAKzw/QJ49TFsPms8/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_TFW_6ZeuQ/Vo26tZPR7rI/AAAAAAAAKzw/QJ49TFsPms8/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0GRgfmhLtU/Vo26m8Em5pI/AAAAAAAAKzc/H9Ure_bRpDo/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0GRgfmhLtU/Vo26m8Em5pI/AAAAAAAAKzc/H9Ure_bRpDo/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br />This photo shows just how thick the walls of this castle is in most places. &nbsp;I have a fancy to sit in a window embrasure of just this sort. &nbsp;Sadly, they had all of the window embrasures roped off, leading me to believe that my yen is fairly common and needful to deter.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYgHwqHduV4/Vo26p-U3UYI/AAAAAAAAKzk/fjmwHR1O3fk/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYgHwqHduV4/Vo26p-U3UYI/AAAAAAAAKzk/fjmwHR1O3fk/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br />(Meet me here after midnight and we can sit across from one another and have a lovely cose.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTzqI06azss/Vo26vkdaPFI/AAAAAAAAKz4/kpQCTjixJwU/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTzqI06azss/Vo26vkdaPFI/AAAAAAAAKz4/kpQCTjixJwU/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><br />The words at the bottom of this window are the names of the ruling monarchs. &nbsp;From left all the way to the right and back again it reads: &nbsp;King James III, King James IV, King James the V, Queen Mary, Regent Murray, (James Stewart, 1st Earl of Moray, c. 1531-23 January 1570, a member of the House of Stewart as the illegitimate son of King James V, was Regent of Scotland for his half-nephew, the infant King James VI of Scotland, from 1567 until his assassination in 1570.) and finally, King James the VI. &nbsp;One can only assume the coat of arms above belong to each of them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axdoXdDPN7w/Vo26wuWP7gI/AAAAAAAAK0A/x0cq8vxHUJQ/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axdoXdDPN7w/Vo26wuWP7gI/AAAAAAAAK0A/x0cq8vxHUJQ/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br />I really like these chandeliers. &nbsp;I have seen old photos that show light fixtures with lots of crystals, like a typical chandelier, but I can only assume someone felt these were more medieval-looking. &nbsp;Of course, there was no electricity during the reign of, for example, Mary Queen of Scots, but I suppose the glass shades are meant to represent candle flame. &nbsp;They do look far more appropriate than the crystal ones. &nbsp;I am certain someone out there will be grateful for my opinion on the matter. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qGUdAzNcsw/Vo26_7djekI/AAAAAAAAK0I/Oi3HQispk38/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B21%2Bstill%2Bthe%2Bgreat%2Bhall%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qGUdAzNcsw/Vo26_7djekI/AAAAAAAAK0I/Oi3HQispk38/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B21%2Bstill%2Bthe%2Bgreat%2Bhall%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />What an amazing ceiling! &nbsp;Now that I am looking at it, I can only wonder how they keep it clean. (They must have to white-wash it on a regular basis--just not in July.) &nbsp;This ceiling is not found in the Great Hall, but in the Royal Apartments where Mary gave birth to her son, James.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8qtKewSvFA/Vo27AqWwR6I/AAAAAAAAK0M/elvPYzUo8b0/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8qtKewSvFA/Vo27AqWwR6I/AAAAAAAAK0M/elvPYzUo8b0/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I stood at this window and marveled at the view that is, in many ways, very much like it was when Mary Queen of Scots stood here. &nbsp;Most of the buildings in this part of the city were built by then. &nbsp;Kind of mind boggling, isn't it?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpKZTEveZLY/Vo27CvEJLjI/AAAAAAAAK0Y/3jFrDNTeh5E/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpKZTEveZLY/Vo27CvEJLjI/AAAAAAAAK0Y/3jFrDNTeh5E/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />And there, through the window, is Arthur's Seat. &nbsp;At least that is what my hasty research implies. &nbsp;I could be wrong. &nbsp;Whatever it is, Mary and her husband (can't remember which one she was on at the time) and her son and so many historical figures would have gazed out at that chunk of earth.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sO3DcE0tMpo/Vo27F-apxhI/AAAAAAAAK0g/yjWCP5nHH_I/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B23b%2Barthur%2527s%2Bseat%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sO3DcE0tMpo/Vo27F-apxhI/AAAAAAAAK0g/yjWCP5nHH_I/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B23b%2Barthur%2527s%2Bseat%2Bcopy.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cgGFzIzBGs/Vo27KCKxTNI/AAAAAAAAK0o/rcy3Ed19j4M/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cgGFzIzBGs/Vo27KCKxTNI/AAAAAAAAK0o/rcy3Ed19j4M/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br />I suppose I took this photo as a reference so that I could somehow mimic it in my own house. &nbsp;Sadly, I have allowed my wood-carving skills to grow rusty. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu9-BgJCWo8/Vo27YYaD9lI/AAAAAAAAK04/4NZfiL3hFYc/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B27%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu9-BgJCWo8/Vo27YYaD9lI/AAAAAAAAK04/4NZfiL3hFYc/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B27%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />After the Great Hall, we went to the barracks. &nbsp;There were some spectacular views from there. &nbsp;The men who were imprisoned there during the Napoleonic Wars were officers and were generally treated better than others of that time period. &nbsp;Very close to where I stood to take this were hooks in the wall to which were attached tethers. &nbsp;This gave the prisoners a chance to get some fresh air and exercise without danger of them throwing themselves over the wall in an effort to escape, one way or another.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgDKEJKFJMY/Vo27au_LoyI/AAAAAAAAK1A/n_EMv-dhw7s/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B28%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgDKEJKFJMY/Vo27au_LoyI/AAAAAAAAK1A/n_EMv-dhw7s/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B28%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpu9lOcLSb4/Vo27bKQ9SYI/AAAAAAAAK1E/XAC12Qat9OQ/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B29%2Bseats%2Bfor%2Btatoo%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpu9lOcLSb4/Vo27bKQ9SYI/AAAAAAAAK1E/XAC12Qat9OQ/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B29%2Bseats%2Bfor%2Btatoo%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />This is where the Military Tatoo is held--I wish I could have seen that. &nbsp;However, it happens in January and it must be incredibly cold. &nbsp;As it turns out, I could not even handle Scottish weather in July.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-FHl8v6GGs/Vo27dNstqII/AAAAAAAAK1Q/yCeDHgkeEoM/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B30%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-FHl8v6GGs/Vo27dNstqII/AAAAAAAAK1Q/yCeDHgkeEoM/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B30%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyCxT7n08EI/Vo27eNQ6jFI/AAAAAAAAK1Y/szSugZmzgLM/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B31%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyCxT7n08EI/Vo27eNQ6jFI/AAAAAAAAK1Y/szSugZmzgLM/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B31%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Edinburgh is a beautiful place and a bustling city that is fun to visit.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0pUin81iDY/Vo27fVYifxI/AAAAAAAAK1g/oT4YKYZ4i1w/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B32%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0pUin81iDY/Vo27fVYifxI/AAAAAAAAK1g/oT4YKYZ4i1w/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B32%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LtD_iJObV0/Vo27hJOrfPI/AAAAAAAAK1s/yi3Y0nwb1ms/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B33%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LtD_iJObV0/Vo27hJOrfPI/AAAAAAAAK1s/yi3Y0nwb1ms/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B33%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08C6uE2hgV8/Vo28KKOJunI/AAAAAAAAK10/G1cfYC-LiTg/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B35%2Bthe%2Bprison%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08C6uE2hgV8/Vo28KKOJunI/AAAAAAAAK10/G1cfYC-LiTg/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B35%2Bthe%2Bprison%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Finally, we entered the barracks. The dates carved on this door show that prisoners were kept here during peace-time, as well as during war. Before walking into this area, I had no idea how interesting I would find it as I hadn't realized that this was where the French prisoners of war were held during the Regency (Napoleonic wars time period.) &nbsp;I write Regency romances, but I haven't dealt with any of this subject matter in any of my previous books. &nbsp;I do touch on it, just a bit, in my upcoming release, O'er The River Liffey, which will be out in June 2016.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0oBvsL3txE/Vo7_3MJ2HuI/AAAAAAAAK3g/soXe8bwaBu4/s1600/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0oBvsL3txE/Vo7_3MJ2HuI/AAAAAAAAK3g/soXe8bwaBu4/s640/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br />You can add this book to your Goodreads shelf<span style="color: red;"> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26241885-o-er-the-river-liffey" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a></span><br />You can read about the super fun day I spent with world-famous photographer Christopher Bissell of Britain's Next Top Model and world-famous, gorgeous model, Abigail "Tara-Lilly" Kent, who graces the cover of this book <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2015/09/the-nearly-famous-london-book-cover.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVi5QbjW3RU/Vo28POsU4HI/AAAAAAAAK2E/8zRn3AY_RYc/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVi5QbjW3RU/Vo28POsU4HI/AAAAAAAAK2E/8zRn3AY_RYc/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B36.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I took this photo so that I could read what was written here at my leisure. &nbsp;The prisoners were given an allowance of 6 pence per day. &nbsp;They were also given 1 penny a day and a clothing allowance from their own government. &nbsp;This was very important since no trading of prisoners happened during this war for lots of reasons rather too dull to mention here. &nbsp;The notes also explain that they had access to a surgeon (what we would call a doctor, though he would certainly have done surgery when needed), and they were given time to paint and carve.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt4O-M_8TGQ/Vo28QuB1IWI/AAAAAAAAK2M/fEBGVStkIqo/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B43%2Bprisoner%2Bart%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="600" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt4O-M_8TGQ/Vo28QuB1IWI/AAAAAAAAK2M/fEBGVStkIqo/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B43%2Bprisoner%2Bart%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Here are some beautiful examples of art made by the prisoners. &nbsp;Exquisite!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU5oMCqq-mY/Vo28fKUhiDI/AAAAAAAAK2U/Lb7aKYL9A08/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B46%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dU5oMCqq-mY/Vo28fKUhiDI/AAAAAAAAK2U/Lb7aKYL9A08/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B46%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />It was very dark in there so most of my photos are too blurry, but this one speaks for itself. &nbsp;Shudder!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEJkX9KVme0/Vo28gviIP2I/AAAAAAAAK2c/BNWglIDWTAE/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B47%2Bprison%2Bsleeping%2Bquarters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEJkX9KVme0/Vo28gviIP2I/AAAAAAAAK2c/BNWglIDWTAE/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B47%2Bprison%2Bsleeping%2Bquarters.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It's hard to make out, but these are hammocks. &nbsp;The prisoners' possessions either sat on the ground below, or, in some cases, they had a small table.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU_vp_ZtMSo/Vo28hUu_a2I/AAAAAAAAK2k/X9xmaPGai-A/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B48%2Bprison%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU_vp_ZtMSo/Vo28hUu_a2I/AAAAAAAAK2k/X9xmaPGai-A/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B48%2Bprison%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtyON6ln8Uc/Vo28jV-A-9I/AAAAAAAAK2s/S9oBSy-cKgo/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B49%2Bprison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtyON6ln8Uc/Vo28jV-A-9I/AAAAAAAAK2s/S9oBSy-cKgo/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B49%2Bprison.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_miQe3rZxU/Vo28keSLYvI/AAAAAAAAK20/9NoqRhmzFqk/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_miQe3rZxU/Vo28keSLYvI/AAAAAAAAK20/9NoqRhmzFqk/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B50.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />An interesting read if interested parties are interested enough to take an interest.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFSw8PJ9SYw/Vo28lyx4_PI/AAAAAAAAK28/10-ythuKMao/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B51%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFSw8PJ9SYw/Vo28lyx4_PI/AAAAAAAAK28/10-ythuKMao/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B51%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Such a lovely place full of such a wide variety of architecture. &nbsp;Oh darn! &nbsp;That elbow has ruined my photo.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrG5fOQ0EDQ/Vo28nCYXZ0I/AAAAAAAAK3I/YNYLBW3M1W4/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B52%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrG5fOQ0EDQ/Vo28nCYXZ0I/AAAAAAAAK3I/YNYLBW3M1W4/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B52%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Here it is again without the elbow. &nbsp;Ah!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6F2nS23pqPI/Vo28NNdgXJI/AAAAAAAAK2A/mnNfSbJKyBg/s1600/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6F2nS23pqPI/Vo28NNdgXJI/AAAAAAAAK2A/mnNfSbJKyBg/s640/edinburgh%2Bcastle%2B42.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />And that is the end of our tour of the castle. &nbsp;(I am pretty sure I wasn't supposed to take this photo of this painting--shhhhhh!) &nbsp;Next time, the photos taken during which ended up being our&nbsp;only opportunity to tramp around the city on our own in spite of the five days, total, that we spent in Edinburgh. &nbsp;(Ominous!)Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-24098130897015509312015-12-31T21:37:00.002-08:002015-12-31T21:37:48.515-08:00Christmas Fun, Sun and Snow in South Lake Tahoe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXjg77tso9s/VoX-Ap8lHYI/AAAAAAAAKsg/aUJ2OjW3aXQ/s1600/ttt%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXjg77tso9s/VoX-Ap8lHYI/AAAAAAAAKsg/aUJ2OjW3aXQ/s640/ttt%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We haven't been to Tahoe for about four years. &nbsp;It is a gorgeous place and only a four hour drive from where we live. &nbsp;However, the last trip we took there was disastrous. &nbsp;You can read about that <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-which-we-venture-into-teeth-of.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>. &nbsp;Come to think of it, so was the one prior to that. &nbsp;That one was so bad, it was worthy of <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-murder-and-mayhem-conclusion.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">three blog posts</span></a>. &nbsp;(I just reread them and was struck by a number of things. &nbsp;1) everything was so much cheaper 11 years ago. 2) The prospect of snow is truly enchanting in that it has you in some kind of spell that makes you want to see it/smell it/touch it despite every truly bad experience you have ever had in its frozen depths. &nbsp;3) It *is* possible to laugh at your own words while the tears of hysteria pour down your face.) However, the main reason we haven't been back for so long is because there hasn't been much snow. &nbsp;THIS time, my travel-bug daughter gifted our family of five a trip for Christmas. &nbsp;While we were there, she wanted to snowboard and toboggan and snowmobile. &nbsp;I planned to sit in the lovely resort watching the snow fall outside with the Big Guy whilst she and my husband and 14 year old son would do the athletic stuff. &nbsp;(This rings bells and if you have read the posts I linked to, you know why.) Since Tahoe had just received as much snow in December as it had all of last winter, it was a go!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HE4QtpnlXew/VoX-ObWaqkI/AAAAAAAAKso/Raj8U4uT4as/s1600/ttt%2B2%2Bweird%2Bclouds%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HE4QtpnlXew/VoX-ObWaqkI/AAAAAAAAKso/Raj8U4uT4as/s640/ttt%2B2%2Bweird%2Bclouds%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We spent Christmas at home and with extended family, but shortly thereafter, we hit the road. &nbsp;The morning we left the S.F. bay area was an unusually cold one. &nbsp;The sun rose, but it was obscured by strange clouds. &nbsp;We played Christmas tunes on the radio and very quickly got into the winter vibe.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_S4O29xPHmU/VoX-S6iifbI/AAAAAAAAKs4/OUt-739aKC8/s1600/ttt%2B33%2Bold%2Bhouse%2Bon%2Bway%2Bback%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_S4O29xPHmU/VoX-S6iifbI/AAAAAAAAKs4/OUt-739aKC8/s640/ttt%2B33%2Bold%2Bhouse%2Bon%2Bway%2Bback%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The drive from the San Francisco east bay area through the Delta, past Sacramento and into the mountians is a beautiful one. &nbsp;It was worth the trip just to sit and watch the landscape fly by. &nbsp;I was very taken with all of it, including this house with its peeling, chippy paint.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THz8ATmbEp0/VoX-UWaJN-I/AAAAAAAAKtA/lXkYrvoRPhM/s1600/ttt%2B34%2Bold%2Bhouse%2Bagain%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="324" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THz8ATmbEp0/VoX-UWaJN-I/AAAAAAAAKtA/lXkYrvoRPhM/s640/ttt%2B34%2Bold%2Bhouse%2Bagain%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Like almost everyone else in America, I am a bit obsessed with Joanna Gaines of Fixer Upper. &nbsp;She loves graying board with white peely paint. &nbsp;If she didn't have a farm, a bed and breakfast, a bakery, office space in a pair of vintage silos, a renovation business, a home decor business, a home decor/vintage store and her own T.V. show, I am certain she would want to move here directly.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_C0l2rWkx9Q/VoX-PwMErQI/AAAAAAAAKsw/G5intBtCCEk/s1600/ttt%2B1%2Bold%2Bhouse%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_C0l2rWkx9Q/VoX-PwMErQI/AAAAAAAAKsw/G5intBtCCEk/s640/ttt%2B1%2Bold%2Bhouse%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I wish I could have taken more photos of the incredible charm of the ghost towns, water-side homes, quaint restaurants and darling Christmas decor we saw along the way, but the car was moving too fast. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8AXzqbZoGI/VoX-gd-mOuI/AAAAAAAAKtI/1wF4bNQ6qi4/s1600/ttt%2B3%2Bsnow%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8AXzqbZoGI/VoX-gd-mOuI/AAAAAAAAKtI/1wF4bNQ6qi4/s640/ttt%2B3%2Bsnow%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Finally, we hit snow! I remember how the song "Winter Wonderland" started to play right about this point. &nbsp;It was magical.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ackwg7EonI/VoX-hUe4r_I/AAAAAAAAKtM/dG0wDggYWZA/s1600/ttt%2B4%2Briver%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ackwg7EonI/VoX-hUe4r_I/AAAAAAAAKtM/dG0wDggYWZA/s640/ttt%2B4%2Briver%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />In spite of the anxiety-ridden dreams I had had the night before of our car running off the road into a body of freezing water, I was totally entranced by this river. &nbsp;(I am going to guess that it is the Sacramento River, but don't quote me.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWHoHoqE4Ho/VoX-i_7osZI/AAAAAAAAKtY/ny1Bxq5mMm8/s1600/ttt%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWHoHoqE4Ho/VoX-i_7osZI/AAAAAAAAKtY/ny1Bxq5mMm8/s640/ttt%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The water looked so black and glassy and downright gorgeous.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blyFZtyWwz0/VoX-lFGmDdI/AAAAAAAAKtg/7LJd8h5JVwQ/s1600/ttt%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blyFZtyWwz0/VoX-lFGmDdI/AAAAAAAAKtg/7LJd8h5JVwQ/s640/ttt%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8m94p_vYi34/VoX-nUAPBBI/AAAAAAAAKto/XoVbvgG_paQ/s1600/ttt%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="584" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8m94p_vYi34/VoX-nUAPBBI/AAAAAAAAKto/XoVbvgG_paQ/s640/ttt%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKHYieNBOLY/VoX-pzmE7_I/AAAAAAAAKtw/aCVD-L61pn8/s1600/ttt%2B8%2Bsnow%2Bthe%2Briver%2Bthe%2Bwhite%2Band%2Bdark%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKHYieNBOLY/VoX-pzmE7_I/AAAAAAAAKtw/aCVD-L61pn8/s640/ttt%2B8%2Bsnow%2Bthe%2Briver%2Bthe%2Bwhite%2Band%2Bdark%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I finally decided to ask my husband to pull over so I could get out of the car and take a proper photo. &nbsp;Worth it. &nbsp;It was shortly after this that we began to drive through the towering mountains. &nbsp;The theme song from How the Grinch Stole Christmas started to play just as I turned my head and saw a peak with a very Grinch-like snow-covered mountain top. &nbsp;Goosebumps. &nbsp;(Yeah, you can tell that I don't live in snow country. &nbsp;Corny me.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcjuWOju4-U/VoX-0PNtsXI/AAAAAAAAKt4/96uqW5TbUaY/s1600/ttt%2B10%2Bfire%2Bengines%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="488" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcjuWOju4-U/VoX-0PNtsXI/AAAAAAAAKt4/96uqW5TbUaY/s640/ttt%2B10%2Bfire%2Bengines%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This cute display was one of the first things we saw as we pulled into town. &nbsp;Prior to that we saw so many darling houses, cabins and cottages covered in snow and dripping with icicles like so many gingerbread houses nestled in a forest of bottle brush trees.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eH0DI7iCkho/VoX-2U6hx-I/AAAAAAAAKuI/lsXk5QXD1HA/s1600/ttt%2Bthe%2Bresort%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eH0DI7iCkho/VoX-2U6hx-I/AAAAAAAAKuI/lsXk5QXD1HA/s640/ttt%2Bthe%2Bresort%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It didn't take us long to locate our hotel. &nbsp;Our room was large--almost as big as our little house (I kid you not), but it was necessary. &nbsp;Our last trip was marred by the sharing of one room that was flooded with the snoring of the Big Guy. &nbsp;(For some reason I failed to mention this in my blog post about that particular trip.) &nbsp;Only the Little Guy, who sleeps in the same room as the BG on a nightly basis, got any sleep at all that night. &nbsp;My daughter's approach to this trip was "go big or go home" and there were no complaints from the rest of us.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ARXUlNw2wa4/VoX_D16ssZI/AAAAAAAAKuQ/ZIBq-5QmwwA/s1600/ttt%2B11%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bresort%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ARXUlNw2wa4/VoX_D16ssZI/AAAAAAAAKuQ/ZIBq-5QmwwA/s640/ttt%2B11%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bresort%2Bcopy.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><br />One of the views from one of the windows of our room (or, rooms). &nbsp;See! &nbsp;Cute gingerbread houses!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMlxPkL1NcI/VoX_FFyUiRI/AAAAAAAAKuY/RsjVMwIArC0/s1600/m%2Band%2Bp%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMlxPkL1NcI/VoX_FFyUiRI/AAAAAAAAKuY/RsjVMwIArC0/s640/m%2Band%2Bp%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The next day, our daughter took the tougher specimens out snowmobiling whilst I sipped hot chocolate and watched the snow fall in thick, lazy drifts all day long. &nbsp;Heaven.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq4YK372O7A/VoX_FqFZZAI/AAAAAAAAKuc/mDVaZJZIiaE/s1600/p%2Band%2Bm%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq4YK372O7A/VoX_FqFZZAI/AAAAAAAAKuc/mDVaZJZIiaE/s640/p%2Band%2Bm%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Aren't they cute?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz-K3qCLdKE/VoX_GYad-xI/AAAAAAAAKuk/ppgdw8kxGEM/s1600/r%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz-K3qCLdKE/VoX_GYad-xI/AAAAAAAAKuk/ppgdw8kxGEM/s640/r%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />My husband. &nbsp;It snowed just enough to be make you feel like you were in a snowglobe, but not so much that it made you cry. Miraculous! &nbsp;Also, we didn't need chains on our drive in! &nbsp;And it only took the four or so hours it should have! &nbsp;And it was Free!! &nbsp;Merry Christmas to us!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6-6pa6HIKU/VoX_UVy4rSI/AAAAAAAAKu0/kfu8mrx1E6w/s1600/ttt%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6-6pa6HIKU/VoX_UVy4rSI/AAAAAAAAKu0/kfu8mrx1E6w/s640/ttt%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I spent most of my time in the hotel watching re-runs of Fixer Upper (happiness!) so I don't have any photos of the next day's activities--skiing (my 14 year old turned out to be quite good at it) and snowboarding (did I say in my former blog post about snowy mishaps that my daughter would never mention the desire to go again? &nbsp;I guess it takes 11 years to forget. &nbsp;I will let you know if she brings it up 11 years from now.) which did not go well at all. <i>&nbsp;C'est la vie.&nbsp;</i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnxoo-Ql_lg/VoX_WM_R1RI/AAAAAAAAKvA/dsCDkVJ-VBE/s1600/ttt%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnxoo-Ql_lg/VoX_WM_R1RI/AAAAAAAAKvA/dsCDkVJ-VBE/s640/ttt%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />As we headed out of town the next day, we stopped at the lake, which is blue and beautiful and bodacious any day of the year.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2KkdNX0n64/VoX_XlpmrrI/AAAAAAAAKvI/TfX4KYhRzZw/s1600/ttt%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2KkdNX0n64/VoX_XlpmrrI/AAAAAAAAKvI/TfX4KYhRzZw/s640/ttt%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />As is the sky above. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30U2Mc9ZqiQ/VoX_YcBkKvI/AAAAAAAAKvQ/OIsr3XNrUVQ/s1600/ttt%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30U2Mc9ZqiQ/VoX_YcBkKvI/AAAAAAAAKvQ/OIsr3XNrUVQ/s640/ttt%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbPT_jc_Qyk/VoX_Tv_Q3bI/AAAAAAAAKuw/YnRWWuZfoPQ/s1600/ttt%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbPT_jc_Qyk/VoX_Tv_Q3bI/AAAAAAAAKuw/YnRWWuZfoPQ/s640/ttt%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6hHdWvt3PA/VoX_nYn0OCI/AAAAAAAAKvg/DO48nQvGzIo/s1600/ttt%2B20%2Bthe%2Bresort%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bside%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6hHdWvt3PA/VoX_nYn0OCI/AAAAAAAAKvg/DO48nQvGzIo/s640/ttt%2B20%2Bthe%2Bresort%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bside%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />As we hoofed it back from the beach to our car, we had a last view of the resort in which we stayed. &nbsp;It was very warm, especially compared to our house now that we are back and enduring a cold snap.<br />(I am a California hot house flower. &nbsp;My HOUSE is a California hot house flower, and so is my house's insulaton.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zsl_-x-iCY/VoX_oLNsRDI/AAAAAAAAKvc/Ish_4Vni2fc/s1600/ttt%2B21%2Bon%2Bour%2Bway%2Bout%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zsl_-x-iCY/VoX_oLNsRDI/AAAAAAAAKvc/Ish_4Vni2fc/s640/ttt%2B21%2Bon%2Bour%2Bway%2Bout%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I was very happy to get a photo of some icicles--it's like one of my glittery paper pulp houses I put out for Christmas.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzlnxCLkA1U/VoX_pt5vb3I/AAAAAAAAKvo/9QS2X_B2TZo/s1600/ttt%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzlnxCLkA1U/VoX_pt5vb3I/AAAAAAAAKvo/9QS2X_B2TZo/s640/ttt%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The drive home was just as stress free as the one we took out to Tahoe. &nbsp;Snow is so darn beautiful when it is undisturbed and viewed from a warm car.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0b2tQROtko/VoX_q3k-BqI/AAAAAAAAKvw/y5gx7oSWHmU/s1600/ttt%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="374" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0b2tQROtko/VoX_q3k-BqI/AAAAAAAAKvw/y5gx7oSWHmU/s640/ttt%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Despite my certainty that it did not snow on the Christ child in his manger, a scene like this is almost Christmas itself.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yJrwI1f3Fo/VoX_r8mwuzI/AAAAAAAAKv0/oo09KhoOOyo/s1600/ttt%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yJrwI1f3Fo/VoX_r8mwuzI/AAAAAAAAKv0/oo09KhoOOyo/s640/ttt%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;I got another snap of one of those gingerbread houses in the snow--yay!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWieqQgUHls/VoX_t_Qs2CI/AAAAAAAAKwA/W2grY-g9bV8/s1600/ttt%2B25%2Bmary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWieqQgUHls/VoX_t_Qs2CI/AAAAAAAAKwA/W2grY-g9bV8/s640/ttt%2B25%2Bmary.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We looked for a good spot to pull out the toboggans on the way home. &nbsp;She did a great job of creating a safe route downhill.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwP2w_-I2_4/VoX_vAq9MAI/AAAAAAAAKwI/iZS5ZpnPX9Q/s1600/ttt%2B28%2Bheidi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwP2w_-I2_4/VoX_vAq9MAI/AAAAAAAAKwI/iZS5ZpnPX9Q/s640/ttt%2B28%2Bheidi.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />After a few runs, I felt confident that I could follow in her path and avoid the huge pit at the bottom.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4Cjl_205uE/VoX_v-6SQ3I/AAAAAAAAKwU/NTP8E2uwRmU/s1600/ttt%2B29%2Bheidi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4Cjl_205uE/VoX_v-6SQ3I/AAAAAAAAKwU/NTP8E2uwRmU/s640/ttt%2B29%2Bheidi.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I started off and for some reason I can't explain, my toboggan headed directly for the pit. &nbsp;My husband merely stood and photographed my imminent death. &nbsp;With no rescue at hand, I threw myself off of the darn thing. &nbsp;Here I am attempting to untangle my feet from the lead-string. &nbsp;Note that I am wearing jeans, not water-proof pants. &nbsp;I didn't get warm again until sometime during the middle of the night. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_HmEMUK9YM/VoYAOSyj_4I/AAAAAAAAKwY/mffZqMQHdAA/s1600/ttt%2B30%2Bbridal%2Bveil%2Bfalls%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_HmEMUK9YM/VoYAOSyj_4I/AAAAAAAAKwY/mffZqMQHdAA/s640/ttt%2B30%2Bbridal%2Bveil%2Bfalls%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br />Near the very last of the snow, we stopped to take photos of Bridal Veil Falls. &nbsp;Note: &nbsp;this is not the one in Utah. &nbsp;If there are others (as I am sure there are) I would love to hear about it. &nbsp;This, of course, was much prettier in reality. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55_6c6WTk7g/VoYARIQ0xJI/AAAAAAAAKwg/BZ7ia1Kb7M4/s1600/ttt%2B31%2Bbridal%2Bveil%2Bfalls%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55_6c6WTk7g/VoYARIQ0xJI/AAAAAAAAKwg/BZ7ia1Kb7M4/s640/ttt%2B31%2Bbridal%2Bveil%2Bfalls%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="582" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5oXaRGInkkQ/VoYASIsSsSI/AAAAAAAAKwk/aqHXQrzfbP4/s1600/ttt%2B32%2Bplacerville%2Btrees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5oXaRGInkkQ/VoYASIsSsSI/AAAAAAAAKwk/aqHXQrzfbP4/s640/ttt%2B32%2Bplacerville%2Btrees.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is such a horrible photo, I probably should not have posted it. &nbsp;However, I want to document, in some small way, the amazing Christmas spirit of Placerville, CA. &nbsp;If you can make out the Christmas trees along the side of the road, you can see that they are all decorated differently. &nbsp;These go on for at least half a mile. &nbsp;It is a stunning scene at night when they are lighted.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Za0_mvNCXIQ/VoYASw7gxPI/AAAAAAAAKww/DLpvhVh5a-4/s1600/ttt%2B37%2Bthe%2Btrip%2Bin%2Bone%2Bphoto%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Za0_mvNCXIQ/VoYASw7gxPI/AAAAAAAAKww/DLpvhVh5a-4/s640/ttt%2B37%2Bthe%2Btrip%2Bin%2Bone%2Bphoto%2Bcopy.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br />We arrived home safely and have no horror stories to tell of this particular trip. &nbsp;Also, I brought home this darling glittery, paper pulp house that looks like a cabin in Tahoe. &nbsp;How perfect is that? Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-29997173861158083092015-12-19T14:12:00.001-08:002015-12-19T14:12:09.855-08:00How To Have A Ton Of Christmas In A Small Space<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfPyyRL4gos/VnSFgnlzbKI/AAAAAAAAKn8/v3c1Yok6yk4/s1600/christmas%2Bcorner%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfPyyRL4gos/VnSFgnlzbKI/AAAAAAAAKn8/v3c1Yok6yk4/s640/christmas%2Bcorner%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="610" /></a></div><br />Do you ever look at Pinterest or decor blogs and long for one lovely "look" or the other, but give up because your place is too small? &nbsp;At 1,000 square feet, my little cottage is far from the smallest dwelling I have seen, but it's pretty darn small. &nbsp;Somehow I put up 3 or 4 trees every Christmas and find a way to take advantage of every square foot. &nbsp;The photo above is my version of a ubiquitous photo on Pinterest pinned from a popular decor blog by Carolyn Aiken. &nbsp;I slip-covered the pillow in some vintage matelasse that I had in my stash and picked up the uber soft throw at the dollar store. &nbsp;(Yes, the dollar store! &nbsp;For that price, I could cover a whole sofa full of pillows.) &nbsp; I now have this cozy corner that feels cozy and wintry and absolutely special. &nbsp;The dogs and I fight over it. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xe6Eatcspc/VnSFpXeEJyI/AAAAAAAAKoE/Pt3SI2am3Ic/s1600/advent%2Btree%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xe6Eatcspc/VnSFpXeEJyI/AAAAAAAAKoE/Pt3SI2am3Ic/s640/advent%2Btree%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br />I do a Christmas decor blog post most years (Blogger is having trouble with linking this weekend so if you wish to see last year's decor, you can search Heidi Ashworth blogspot&nbsp;pink green and silver shabby chic Chritmas&nbsp;and Heidi Ashworth blogspot red and white traditional Christmas) so I am mostly posting photos of the things I have done differently this year. &nbsp;I move things around at my house a lot, which helps me to "see" my possessions better. &nbsp;This is the first year I have done an Advent tree. &nbsp;I bought the ribbon adorned with the many names of the Savior on an 80% off sale after Christmas last year. &nbsp;As an added bonus, this idea helped to solve the dilemma of what to put against my new Laura Ashley wallpaper for Christmas.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXWKxAKmk80/VnSFqu5QCdI/AAAAAAAAKoM/9OxiXyO5UuE/s1600/advent%2Btree%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXWKxAKmk80/VnSFqu5QCdI/AAAAAAAAKoM/9OxiXyO5UuE/s640/advent%2Btree%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><br />Every day we put a red ornament on the tree. &nbsp;They are each inscribed with a different name of the Savior. &nbsp;I keep the ornaments who are waiting their turn in the lantern next to the tree. &nbsp;I first saw this idea on Pinterest last year and I love it. &nbsp;It has given our family a chance to discuss why Jesus Christ is called "examplar", for example. &nbsp;I also love the tree sitting in the ironstone soup tureen (it's held in place with wheat from my food storage--but no harm done, it is still edible) which is a favorite piece of mine that often has to be put away to make room for Christmas other decor.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHH80_wrNWQ/VnSFrcfVOuI/AAAAAAAAKoU/MwdnJsjhttE/s1600/advent%2Btree%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHH80_wrNWQ/VnSFrcfVOuI/AAAAAAAAKoU/MwdnJsjhttE/s640/advent%2Btree%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br />Over the tree are my "Nauvoo corbels" which I bought many years ago when I was visiting there. They used to hang out in the back yard but we added the piece of scrap wood and now it is a gorgeous architectural piece that I get to look at all year long. &nbsp;I adorned it with icicle garland and a silvery bell garland with hanging snowflakes, all of which had different places in the house last year.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NxLBHiNE5k/VnSNBLmqFcI/AAAAAAAAKsQ/1vz4xOVFlmI/s1600/hallway%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NxLBHiNE5k/VnSNBLmqFcI/AAAAAAAAKsQ/1vz4xOVFlmI/s640/hallway%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The other hallway in the house is outside my bedroom door. &nbsp;I have always wanted a gallery and this is where I have mine. &nbsp;It's small, but I love every single piece of artwork here.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9moKQau69I/VnSGKECLdkI/AAAAAAAAKok/arw2gNBTsEw/s1600/the%2Bbed%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9moKQau69I/VnSGKECLdkI/AAAAAAAAKok/arw2gNBTsEw/s640/the%2Bbed%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><br />Last Christmas I added a red plush throw to my bed and I was absolutely obsessed by it. &nbsp;There are many photos of it on my decor blog from last year so I didn't bother with it this year. &nbsp;However, I couldn't resist one photo of the bed because I have always wanted a canopy and a few years ago, we made one using pvc pipe hung from the ceiling on white coated chain and draped it with thrift store sheers. &nbsp;The Jingle pillow was a Pottery Barn clearance sale score, though I noticed it's back up to regular price again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODamJKI2TPg/VnSGMS-nNBI/AAAAAAAAKos/coB9eJjrikY/s1600/chair%2Bin%2Bbedroom%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODamJKI2TPg/VnSGMS-nNBI/AAAAAAAAKos/coB9eJjrikY/s640/chair%2Bin%2Bbedroom%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br />I have, for many years, had a Christmas tree in my bedroom. &nbsp;This is because we used to watch a lot of T.V. in there. &nbsp;Once our kids go to bed, it is too noisy for us to watch T.V. in the living room. &nbsp;Last year we got a cheap pair of headphones and now we can watch snuggled up on the sofa. &nbsp;I love having a tree in my room, though, and there are many photos of it on previous blogs. &nbsp;The chair next to it is a new addition, however. &nbsp;Usually we put chairs out in the garage to make way for the big tree in the living room, but I decided to put this one next to the bedroom tree and I pretty much love it. &nbsp;It just might not make it back out to the living room after Christmas.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_Ma40VrAaw/VnSGOQCcNQI/AAAAAAAAKo0/7vqRyosaWWE/s1600/bedroom%2Btree%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="620" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_Ma40VrAaw/VnSGOQCcNQI/AAAAAAAAKo0/7vqRyosaWWE/s640/bedroom%2Btree%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3_IlZHQXSk/VnSGPuzoj3I/AAAAAAAAKo8/6Ez8E6BmihM/s1600/chair%2Bin%2Bbedroom%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3_IlZHQXSk/VnSGPuzoj3I/AAAAAAAAKo8/6Ez8E6BmihM/s640/chair%2Bin%2Bbedroom%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saAKKMfAZ8Y/VnSGTxuHxeI/AAAAAAAAKpE/O83xxI_IMSs/s1600/pitcher%2Band%2Bbowl%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saAKKMfAZ8Y/VnSGTxuHxeI/AAAAAAAAKpE/O83xxI_IMSs/s640/pitcher%2Band%2Bbowl%2Bcopy.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><br />This set of sugared fruit used to be part of my Victorian tree, but after 10 years of doing that one, I got bored with it and so I tossed the fruit in my pitcher and basin set. &nbsp;It's very pretty and a whole lot less work than the tree was.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvKZMXrZx8E/VnSHDGl0WRI/AAAAAAAAKp4/lNC2aw6QG5w/s1600/bathroom%2Bshelf%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvKZMXrZx8E/VnSHDGl0WRI/AAAAAAAAKp4/lNC2aw6QG5w/s640/bathroom%2Bshelf%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />If you are short on space and long on creative decor ideas, don't forget the bathroom.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4eshLOrsnIc/VnSGfC2gCPI/AAAAAAAAKpM/9ozDNOqrF_M/s1600/closet%2Bdecor%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4eshLOrsnIc/VnSGfC2gCPI/AAAAAAAAKpM/9ozDNOqrF_M/s640/closet%2Bdecor%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I drafted my son's little tree for the advent tree this year, but what to do with his ornaments? &nbsp;As it turns out, they look darling hanging from the clothes rod in his closet. &nbsp;BTW, we took off his closet doors long ago to gain a healthy amount of square footage in his tiny room. &nbsp;Everything he wears folds up, anyway.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlGvCniKmxI/VnSGiI3qglI/AAAAAAAAKpU/YFX051q-HII/s1600/kitchen%2Bdetail%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlGvCniKmxI/VnSGiI3qglI/AAAAAAAAKpU/YFX051q-HII/s640/kitchen%2Bdetail%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Most of us spend more time than usual in the kitchen at Christmastime, so it makes sense to add a decor touch or two. &nbsp;This "spying" Santa is my version of Elf on the Shelf. &nbsp;He stays put, too, which is nice. &nbsp; I am too old to have had the Elf on the Shelf tradition (ours were real and constantly in hiding which is why we never saw them) which means the whole idea of moving him each night feels like work to me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSv4EYn3Tnk/VnSGkOO4KmI/AAAAAAAAKpc/DKN-kaFm74Q/s1600/cup%2Bcocoa%2Bcinnamon%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSv4EYn3Tnk/VnSGkOO4KmI/AAAAAAAAKpc/DKN-kaFm74Q/s640/cup%2Bcocoa%2Bcinnamon%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />How much time does it take to add a few festive touches to a cup of hot chocolate? &nbsp;Just seconds.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdGqAJmEjuw/VnSGm1Dq5iI/AAAAAAAAKpk/5mUwCr8x0lI/s1600/back%2Byard%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdGqAJmEjuw/VnSGm1Dq5iI/AAAAAAAAKpk/5mUwCr8x0lI/s640/back%2Byard%2Bcopy.jpg" width="616" /></a></div><br />Our home is small and so is the backyard, but there are windows that take in a view of the whole thing. &nbsp;As such, I don't leave it out when it comes to Christmas decor. &nbsp;The garden isn't at its best this time of year so it makes sense to distract the eye away from the browning geraniums. &nbsp;I have always wanted a Victorian lamp post--especially at Christmas time--but we aren't able to add one where we live. &nbsp;This lamp post-style lantern fills that longing for me and I can move from back to front whenever I like.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSMdy2_qn8Y/VnSGr1JIKNI/AAAAAAAAKps/OkM9MKxSQnw/s1600/outdoor%2Bdecor%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSMdy2_qn8Y/VnSGr1JIKNI/AAAAAAAAKps/OkM9MKxSQnw/s640/outdoor%2Bdecor%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br />This is one of my favorite new things this year. &nbsp;During the summer I dug out a lightbulb on a cord that I had and set it in the non-functional chandelier. &nbsp;That extra glow behind the plastic snowflakes adds a dimension of magic that I adore.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FyVlbmoFTus/VnSHRB6BqgI/AAAAAAAAKp8/3Ft7e1T3kd0/s1600/christmas%2Bcorner%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FyVlbmoFTus/VnSHRB6BqgI/AAAAAAAAKp8/3Ft7e1T3kd0/s640/christmas%2Bcorner%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br />I also adore fake snow. &nbsp;It makes my cozy Christmas corner just a little cozier. So what if it looks really, really fake.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWjwSlj7wts/VnSHTKnzeCI/AAAAAAAAKqE/Ze_VLlIbF04/s1600/church%2Bwindow%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWjwSlj7wts/VnSHTKnzeCI/AAAAAAAAKqE/Ze_VLlIbF04/s640/church%2Bwindow%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="572" /></a></div><br />This figure of Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus is not new, and neither is the angle sconce above it. &nbsp;However, this is the first time I have hung the angel over this scene. &nbsp;It makes perfect sense, and not only because the window is from an old church. &nbsp;I love the wintry white feel this display adds to the room, as well.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emh775NTrNY/VnSHVMJHa_I/AAAAAAAAKqM/AmHcA27s2Gs/s1600/chalkboard%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emh775NTrNY/VnSHVMJHa_I/AAAAAAAAKqM/AmHcA27s2Gs/s640/chalkboard%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I have been jonesing on Joanna Gaines style lately. She is a designer who has her own show called Fixer Upper. &nbsp;I love taking discarded items that have lived out their life and using it in a new way, just like Joanna. &nbsp;She does a lot with chalkboard paint, too. &nbsp;This old footboard is now a lovely architectural touch to a place that used to have way too much going on.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQDd5wxXcIs/VnSHWGduouI/AAAAAAAAKqU/LTipPOizeN4/s1600/chalkboard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQDd5wxXcIs/VnSHWGduouI/AAAAAAAAKqU/LTipPOizeN4/s640/chalkboard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--an3SPEqhzE/VnSHcjZkVDI/AAAAAAAAKqc/LK_U_w1UlLs/s1600/lighted%2Bcabinet%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--an3SPEqhzE/VnSHcjZkVDI/AAAAAAAAKqc/LK_U_w1UlLs/s640/lighted%2Bcabinet%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I simplified the chaos on top of my lighted cabinet this year. &nbsp;It contains most of the red in the living room and I love the way it glows. &nbsp;The toned down color palette on top provides an interesting contrast. &nbsp;I removed the pictures from the frames, as well, which helped to tone down the color noise. &nbsp;I made an exception for one of my favorite art pieces, an Asian inspired Cinderella drawing by my brother-in-law, a professional artist.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcNsXfMrSG0/VnSHeQzxBuI/AAAAAAAAKqk/D4zRazy7IOM/s1600/lighted%2Bcabinet%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcNsXfMrSG0/VnSHeQzxBuI/AAAAAAAAKqk/D4zRazy7IOM/s640/lighted%2Bcabinet%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><br />I went back and forth about cleaning the silver up here. &nbsp;In the end I decided I preferred the sparkle at this time of year as opposed to the "atmosphere" of tarnished silver. &nbsp;Here it is, a week before Christmas, and I still haven't cleaned it. &nbsp;oops<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfgRx8JD-yo/VnSHre3qMpI/AAAAAAAAKqs/DeFQ3tlJjVs/s1600/living%2Broom%2Bbench%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfgRx8JD-yo/VnSHre3qMpI/AAAAAAAAKqs/DeFQ3tlJjVs/s640/living%2Broom%2Bbench%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="630" /></a></div><br />This bench entered my home because I had a deep ache for a Swedish style Gustavian bench. &nbsp;It's still a far cry from what it is meant to represent, but it is extremely useful when we have company for dinner. The pillow with the snowflake was a Christmas gift from my sister last year. Isn't it pretty? &nbsp;And there's that dollar store plush throw again . . .<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b93WwSnL6Ck/VnSHvroWkwI/AAAAAAAAKq0/4aU0LHt4pWk/s1600/pink%2Band%2Bgreen%2Bcabinet%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b93WwSnL6Ck/VnSHvroWkwI/AAAAAAAAKq0/4aU0LHt4pWk/s640/pink%2Band%2Bgreen%2Bcabinet%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Rather than put up my entire nativity set this year, I decided to stick to the important pieces. &nbsp;This meant that I didn't have to wrap up and put away an entire shelf of dishes. &nbsp;I have a tea light with a timer on it so that it stands out when it gets dark, as this cabinet is not lighted.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbWAbRx9zn4/VnSHxmQ2AfI/AAAAAAAAKq8/TxemZjqJ1EM/s1600/shabby%2Bsanta%2Barea%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbWAbRx9zn4/VnSHxmQ2AfI/AAAAAAAAKq8/TxemZjqJ1EM/s640/shabby%2Bsanta%2Barea%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><br />One storage solution for small places is to adopt the layered look. &nbsp;This works very well during the cold weather holidays when a plethora of stuff feels festive. &nbsp;The Debi Coules painting behind Santa goes over my mantle for most of the year. &nbsp;Starting in October, I usually put it away, but this year I stuck it up on top of the cabinet and am enjoying it so much. &nbsp;When the weather gets warmer and calls for a less cozy look, it will go back over the mantle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T87XmPDVNeY/VnSHzGxwjHI/AAAAAAAAKrE/HnHSUUxFH-I/s1600/silver%2Bsantas%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T87XmPDVNeY/VnSHzGxwjHI/AAAAAAAAKrE/HnHSUUxFH-I/s640/silver%2Bsantas%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I love Christmas tree ornaments. &nbsp;It kind of doesn't matter that I don't have tree-space for all of them. This year, most of the white and cream santas ended up in this basket.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyFM5oHfIAg/VnSH2QAkd4I/AAAAAAAAKrM/-k_nFge25rw/s1600/snowscene%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyFM5oHfIAg/VnSH2QAkd4I/AAAAAAAAKrM/-k_nFge25rw/s640/snowscene%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This display is a new arrangement this year, as well. &nbsp;It sits on my drop-leaf table. &nbsp;When it is time to eat, the display goes on the counter and the table leaves go up. &nbsp;Having most of it on one tray makes it a simple transition. The rest of the time it serves as a sofa table.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr6-PWHJrgg/VnSH4XmeewI/AAAAAAAAKrU/FF98bToK8nI/s1600/pink%2Bhouse%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr6-PWHJrgg/VnSH4XmeewI/AAAAAAAAKrU/FF98bToK8nI/s640/pink%2Bhouse%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><br />I found a way to light up my pink glitter house without a string of lights and unsightly cords. This house came without the bulb that should be stuck in the hole in the back. &nbsp;In years past, I just thread through a string of white lights. &nbsp;However, that wasn't going to work where I have it now. &nbsp;The hole is too small to stick a tealight through or in it. &nbsp;So, I used a high powered, tiny flashlight that one can find all over the place now.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUPxSN0DTBw/VnSH6URTYfI/AAAAAAAAKrc/bgxichmeb_8/s1600/domed%2Bchurch%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUPxSN0DTBw/VnSH6URTYfI/AAAAAAAAKrc/bgxichmeb_8/s640/domed%2Bchurch%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />This arrangement was inspired by a Pottery Barn advertisement. &nbsp;It was fun to pull things from here and there and make something new and entirely free.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzPuExU4fBw/VnSH-_f9JZI/AAAAAAAAKrk/9agxVb4rs6Q/s1600/snowscene%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzPuExU4fBw/VnSH-_f9JZI/AAAAAAAAKrk/9agxVb4rs6Q/s640/snowscene%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br />I have a number of battery operated candles but nothing glows and sparkles like the flames of a real candle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uc1nEknfE4E/VnSIAAICXZI/AAAAAAAAKrs/6PIanNhXrug/s1600/snowscene%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uc1nEknfE4E/VnSIAAICXZI/AAAAAAAAKrs/6PIanNhXrug/s640/snowscene%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I added a bit of glittery fake snow to the round candle and I have to say, it looks delicious.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osA-1HiKnOE/VnSIYijC6pI/AAAAAAAAKr0/apWUfO4l3uk/s1600/the%2Bliving%2Broom%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osA-1HiKnOE/VnSIYijC6pI/AAAAAAAAKr0/apWUfO4l3uk/s640/the%2Bliving%2Broom%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />All of this stuff together does make for a bit of a crowd. &nbsp;However, excess is perfect at Christmas time. &nbsp;It is easier to pull off with a muted palette, as well. &nbsp;This is what I see when I walk out of my bedroom each morning and it always lifts my mood.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OsFJqlCA9s/VnSIZwBFzeI/AAAAAAAAKr8/tF353FIENa0/s1600/the%2Bliving%2Broom%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OsFJqlCA9s/VnSIZwBFzeI/AAAAAAAAKr8/tF353FIENa0/s640/the%2Bliving%2Broom%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Last year was the first time I hung these glass hearts from my chandlier. &nbsp;To say I was obsessed with them is an understatement. &nbsp;I took many photos of them, but they never looked as good as they do in reality. &nbsp;This year I got smart and stood underneath the chandelier and now one can see how they shine in the light. &nbsp;Meanwhile, my poor tree is groaning under the weight of my copious ornaments. &nbsp;I finally got rid of my 20 year old fake tree in January and got this at a 87 percent off sale, but it doesn't stand any straighter than the old one did. &nbsp;Too many ornaments, perhaps? &nbsp;Another item of note: &nbsp;this is the first time that I can recall doing my mantle the same as the year before. &nbsp;I guess I finally hit on an arrangement that I really like.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4StDFwT89s/VnSIbS0wFEI/AAAAAAAAKsE/rMNFQmBtHog/s1600/the%2Btree%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4StDFwT89s/VnSIbS0wFEI/AAAAAAAAKsE/rMNFQmBtHog/s640/the%2Btree%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This is the first year I have put silver tinsel garland on my tree. &nbsp;What was I waiting for? &nbsp;I grew up with a tree that was adorned with very wide gold tinsel garland which I loved--but I wanted something different for my tree when I got married. &nbsp;I have been using the pearl garland ever since, but goodness does that silver tinsel add sparkle! &nbsp;So, it doesn't matter how small your place is: &nbsp;you can have what matters most to you and you can do it on a budget, too. &nbsp;Merry Christmas!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-62300180548510228532015-12-10T17:57:00.000-08:002015-12-10T17:57:32.902-08:00Edinburgh! Scotland! A Preponderance of Walter Scotts! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJTliecsNC4/VmoFm9BTVzI/AAAAAAAAKkk/x7qHdTLC9-U/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B3%2Bmaybe%2Broyal%2Bmile%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJTliecsNC4/VmoFm9BTVzI/AAAAAAAAKkk/x7qHdTLC9-U/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B3%2Bmaybe%2Broyal%2Bmile%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Once upon a time, there was a town called Edinburgh. &nbsp;In order to protect themselves from the evil English, the residents built a wall in front of the town (around it would have been better) and for centuries after, people were afraid to build out. &nbsp;Sure, the British soldiers could just walk around one end of the wall or the other, but heaven forbid one should expand the boundaries of the city. &nbsp;So, they built up; tall, wooden buildings as much as 14 stories high from which people threw out the contents of their chamber pots, because who wants to go down any number of flights of stairs with a steaming bucket of human waste? &nbsp;And it was always steaming because Edinburgh is never anything but cold. &nbsp;Quite naturally, these wooden structures burned to the ground, but *not* because unsuspecting visitors set them ablaze after being assaulted with human waste, steaming and otherwise, tossed heedlessly (but with a cry of "gardey-loo!") from the windows above. &nbsp;They burned because people heated&nbsp;and lit these high-rise apartments with fire. &nbsp;True story. &nbsp;(At least I believe so--the tour guide we had for the "haunted vaults" was very smart and super funny.) <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLES4E0qWUo/VmoFkizNjzI/AAAAAAAAKkg/HWCnCysE27A/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="364" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLES4E0qWUo/VmoFkizNjzI/AAAAAAAAKkg/HWCnCysE27A/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This photo depicts pretty much the only color that exists in the town of Edinburgh. &nbsp;Not that I am sneering--I love the gray stone, and there was certainly a lot of it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCYnHy7aido/VmoFoQNxecI/AAAAAAAAKks/FNBC0TYN5Fw/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B2%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bvaults%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCYnHy7aido/VmoFoQNxecI/AAAAAAAAKks/FNBC0TYN5Fw/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B2%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bvaults%2Bcopy.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><br />I am trying very hard to remember if we went into The Mutts Nuts (see background), which is a fun novelty store, or so the story goes via the internet. &nbsp;I am only on day 5 of our 16 day trip and have already forgotten such important details as whether or not we patronized The Mutts Nuts.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DW2T2q8CsXo/VmoFpgF36II/AAAAAAAAKk0/ywTrDSlENg8/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DW2T2q8CsXo/VmoFpgF36II/AAAAAAAAKk0/ywTrDSlENg8/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />What I can tell you is that we were in Edinburgh for two days, but we didn't get to see for ourselves what that tall spiky thing was (see upper half of photo) until 5 days later. &nbsp;This is because my daughter wished to go to Scotland and I wished to go to Scotland AND England. &nbsp;So, we decided to do a few days in London (a place that, despite my week in England nearly two decades prior, I had never seen, save the black and white woolly sheep dotting the hills as spied from the plane window during those rare occasions when the fog parted) and somehow that few days in London ended up being an entirely additional coach tour to England and Scotland. &nbsp;SO, after 5 days in England, we spent two in Edinburgh (where I got sick), went back to England for a few days, (where I got better) then went back to Scotland for a week (where I got sick within hours of landing). &nbsp;It's all a little confusing, but it is what it is.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1PVB0hwkuM/VmoFrE-g0cI/AAAAAAAAKk8/sl4-TSpdJWA/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1PVB0hwkuM/VmoFrE-g0cI/AAAAAAAAKk8/sl4-TSpdJWA/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="578" /></a></div><br />You may notice that the buildings are all a bit blackened. &nbsp;I said, just above, that all of the stone is gray, but that's not so. &nbsp;A lot of it was originally built with a lovely yellowish stone, but generations of coal fires has blackened the buildings. &nbsp;The citizenry found that when they tried to clean it, the stone dissolved, so they have learned to embrace the blackness. &nbsp;Meanwhile, in England, they seem to have figured this out (do they not have old buildings? that are made of yellowish stone? &nbsp;that have been blackened by coal fires? that have since been cleaned? &nbsp;I rest my case.), but don't tell the Scots. &nbsp;(If it seems that I don't like Scots or didn't like Scotland, nothing could be further from the truth. &nbsp;I love/loved it all!) (Except for the getting sick part.) (Twice!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yLEFYFvV6s/VmoFtS-RXgI/AAAAAAAAKlE/H10RM60GrcA/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yLEFYFvV6s/VmoFtS-RXgI/AAAAAAAAKlE/H10RM60GrcA/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><br />This building is pretty clean and it certainly is beautiful. &nbsp;I am guessing that is because it was built during the Victorian era and was subjected to coal fires for a mere 100 or so years, rather than who knows how many centuries longer. Between coal and wood, some of these buildings have been getting blackened in the smoke for close to 800 years. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AA999lZWzVk/VmoFuYjzaqI/AAAAAAAAKlM/97kMkU4GlKo/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="444" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AA999lZWzVk/VmoFuYjzaqI/AAAAAAAAKlM/97kMkU4GlKo/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-gX75ysh5E/VmoFxfhezWI/AAAAAAAAKlU/TFeSoxWVRJ4/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-gX75ysh5E/VmoFxfhezWI/AAAAAAAAKlU/TFeSoxWVRJ4/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />There's that spiky thing again. &nbsp;(It's the Sir Walter Scott Memorial, but more on that later.) &nbsp;We started our stay (this time) in Edinburgh by checking into our hotel (a very contemporary, chic place in the Grassmarket containing a few rooms with a splendid view of Edinburgh Castle of which ours was one) and had dinner. &nbsp;Then Mary and I headed out. &nbsp;She wanted to have a tour of the haunted graveyard so we walked down the Royal Mile to where we were meant to meet the tour guide. &nbsp;As per the usual, I took a lot of photos. &nbsp;This church with the pedimented statue in front of it both got a lot of attention from me. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWQR_rfyLF4/VmoGBBZBl_I/AAAAAAAAKlc/sAUg14V5uEY/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWQR_rfyLF4/VmoGBBZBl_I/AAAAAAAAKlc/sAUg14V5uEY/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />This statue depicts Walter Scott--but *not* Sir Walter Scott, the novelist. &nbsp;One can only assume that the surname "Scott" is a common one in Scotland. &nbsp;As for the first/given name, I have researched these a lot as part of my own book writing experience and the truth is, until the mid-1800's, there were only about 5 first names for boys and 5 for girls that were used pretty much *at all*. &nbsp;In Scotland, Walter&nbsp;was one of them. &nbsp;No, this Walter Scott was born later than the famous novelist, died later, too, and was merely a duke.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmXhTS6JB5c/VmoGDyyoNUI/AAAAAAAAKlk/3e109zpGypA/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmXhTS6JB5c/VmoGDyyoNUI/AAAAAAAAKlk/3e109zpGypA/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><br />Since this is a tall statue covered with all sorts of lovely sculpture and I can't see worth beans, I took a lot of photographs so I could drool over these in the privacy of my home. &nbsp;(I am so kind to invite you to drool with me from the privacy of *your* own homes.) &nbsp;The carved panels depict scenes from his own life and that of his dukish ancestors, consisting of four above and six below. &nbsp;That makes ten carved panels. &nbsp;And yet, I seem to have photos of only seven. &nbsp;This first one, I am guessing, depicts a scene from the life of an ancestor, and it's fantastic. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmRAR9uRIj4/VmoGHuq9-TI/AAAAAAAAKls/myO_0jaG0lk/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmRAR9uRIj4/VmoGHuq9-TI/AAAAAAAAKls/myO_0jaG0lk/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B13%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElFCxcmbHoM/VmoGIiK-CgI/AAAAAAAAKl0/tvJjHH0Z218/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElFCxcmbHoM/VmoGIiK-CgI/AAAAAAAAKl0/tvJjHH0Z218/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><br />This scene looks very Victorian so the man in the&nbsp;carriage must be the 5th duke, himself. &nbsp;(Oh, the gorgeous carving of it all!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3FTWXPnZE/VmoGOaZILSI/AAAAAAAAKl8/pbD8yo_jHsI/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3FTWXPnZE/VmoGOaZILSI/AAAAAAAAKl8/pbD8yo_jHsI/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Another graphic, violent ancestor scene.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK5twWaZQA8/VmoGSgx5NTI/AAAAAAAAKmM/Q06sTotlUEk/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="412" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK5twWaZQA8/VmoGSgx5NTI/AAAAAAAAKmM/Q06sTotlUEk/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Phew! &nbsp;So glad I took this photo or I would have no idea who we were discussing.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVvF1BO4gf8/VmoGRKyhfmI/AAAAAAAAKmE/dOarfG8AVvE/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVvF1BO4gf8/VmoGRKyhfmI/AAAAAAAAKmE/dOarfG8AVvE/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Sir Francis Drake? &nbsp;Queen Elizabeth the First? &nbsp;Mary Queen of Scots? &nbsp;I don't know, but it's spectacular. (I am being lazy--I am certain a little research would reveal all.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qv2ErZ10us/VmoGhUNeoTI/AAAAAAAAKmU/Gjro4w9JPww/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qv2ErZ10us/VmoGhUNeoTI/AAAAAAAAKmU/Gjro4w9JPww/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This one just bristles with tension!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh_07435Ha4/VmoGjfReKdI/AAAAAAAAKmc/b53F9RF1onI/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh_07435Ha4/VmoGjfReKdI/AAAAAAAAKmc/b53F9RF1onI/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />So romantic, so dramatic, so Scottish!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x83xW6GX_Nk/VmoGkwkqL7I/AAAAAAAAKmk/kpvdYtZs3bQ/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="592" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x83xW6GX_Nk/VmoGkwkqL7I/AAAAAAAAKmk/kpvdYtZs3bQ/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This one appears to be a scene from the 5th duke's life, as well. &nbsp;Love the stag on either side!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tL61e13DlXc/VmoGnMmRWuI/AAAAAAAAKms/X8nnau3wBzU/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tL61e13DlXc/VmoGnMmRWuI/AAAAAAAAKms/X8nnau3wBzU/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br />Some of you might have noticed that the statue stands in front of this church.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zsVv2nN5Ww/VmoGoFTzBBI/AAAAAAAAKm0/EAeyWYW7cgA/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zsVv2nN5Ww/VmoGoFTzBBI/AAAAAAAAKm0/EAeyWYW7cgA/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br />Aren't they so lovely? &nbsp;The one on the left is a bishop. &nbsp;I know this because he is wearing a bishop's mitre atop his head and the first word under his feet is "Bishop". &nbsp;I can't make out any of the words under the feet of the other guy, but he was probably somebody important back in the day (of ruffled, er, ruffs).<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsclC5uHKMM/VmoGpyw3VlI/AAAAAAAAKnE/KSVzX6fe4oc/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsclC5uHKMM/VmoGpyw3VlI/AAAAAAAAKnE/KSVzX6fe4oc/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B22%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Here's the whole gang to the right of the front portal. Sometimes I think about how long it would have taken to carve all of this--wow! &nbsp;I particularly love the woman's face that is kind of squished against the right wall just above the soldier with the helmet. &nbsp;She is just so graceful&nbsp;in spite of her awkward position.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_oRYBtAF6s/VmoGrBFfB1I/AAAAAAAAKm8/ue-WSOJer4w/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_oRYBtAF6s/VmoGrBFfB1I/AAAAAAAAKm8/ue-WSOJer4w/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B23%2Bcopy.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br />Here are all of the peeps to the left of the front door. By this time, my daughter was getting anxious about getting to the meeting place in time for the haunted graveyard tour, so I didn't get any super-detailed shots of this side. &nbsp;I can see another graceful-but-squished lady on this side, too.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JG8mxzOrtoo/VmoG9vmEfeI/AAAAAAAAKnU/Bc3QXQPv7iA/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JG8mxzOrtoo/VmoG9vmEfeI/AAAAAAAAKnU/Bc3QXQPv7iA/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B25%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />This is a tour group that had already gathered to listen to the tour guide's stand-up comedy routine. &nbsp;It wasn't where we were supposed to meet our graveyard tour guide, so we moved on.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7fMwCOXHro/VmoGsQj8YaI/AAAAAAAAKnQ/xQjhjY3pY_c/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N7fMwCOXHro/VmoGsQj8YaI/AAAAAAAAKnQ/xQjhjY3pY_c/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B24%2Bcopy.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><br />But not before I got a better shot of that coat of arms. &nbsp;A crown, a harp . . . and now I know. &nbsp;And yet, life is pretty much the same as it was before. &nbsp;Moving on . . .<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikCvH_vTuoU/VmoHA-qYACI/AAAAAAAAKnc/QANZ_nTWNCA/s1600/d%2Bedinburgh%2Bvaults.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikCvH_vTuoU/VmoHA-qYACI/AAAAAAAAKnc/QANZ_nTWNCA/s640/d%2Bedinburgh%2Bvaults.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />We met with a group very much like that one at the bottom of a flight of stairs. &nbsp;It turned out that it wasn't the tour group for the graveyard. &nbsp;Instead, it was the place to meet for the haunted vaults. &nbsp;Since these vaults were very close by and since our tour guide was a fascinating red-headed goth, and since this tour cost only 10 pounds each, not 12, and since we, as it turns out, only had 19 pounds between us, we stayed put. &nbsp;It was an interesting tour, but kind of yucky, too. &nbsp;You can read about that in my post about graveyards (including the haunted one we missed) <span style="color: magenta;"><a href="http://statue%20of%20walter%20francis%20montagu%20douglas%20scott%2C%205th%20duke%20of%20buccleuch/" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6yS9xJy7NY/VmoHCNc6OdI/AAAAAAAAKnk/BeKEW6wdfLo/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6yS9xJy7NY/VmoHCNc6OdI/AAAAAAAAKnk/BeKEW6wdfLo/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B27.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />It was after ten o'clock when we left the haunted vaults and I took a few shots of Edinburgh in the near-dark exactly as if I were a tourist who was leaving Edinburgh early the next morning and never returning. &nbsp;Gah!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Pd5V02D1kU/VmoHD9t3uUI/AAAAAAAAKns/MqhcHE6U9wc/s1600/r%2Bedinburgh%2B28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Pd5V02D1kU/VmoHD9t3uUI/AAAAAAAAKns/MqhcHE6U9wc/s640/r%2Bedinburgh%2B28.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Goodnight Edinburgh! &nbsp;Next time, more Edinburgh, Edinburgh Castle, etc. etc. etc.<br /><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-29604985453240593662015-12-04T09:10:00.000-08:002015-12-04T09:10:38.494-08:00SCOTLAND! But First, Grasmere, Cumbria, Burial Site of Poet William Wordsworth in the Historic Lake District<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFFCdtFXKj0/VmECfA7ddYI/AAAAAAAAKf0/EHE2G9C9LWc/s1600/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="534" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFFCdtFXKj0/VmECfA7ddYI/AAAAAAAAKf0/EHE2G9C9LWc/s640/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We drove away from the beautiful farm, High Yewdale (see<a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2015/11/high-yewdale-beatrix-potter-farm.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;"> this</span> </a>post) and headed farther north. &nbsp;Everything was saw was <i>idyllic</i>. &nbsp;(Of note: &nbsp;there is more traffic in this part of England than in Ireland, so myphotos taken through the coach window turned out much better than those I attempted to take in Ireland last summer.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNX4bPVLiEU/VmECkYZpIKI/AAAAAAAAKf8/GMI__T3kxC8/s1600/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNX4bPVLiEU/VmECkYZpIKI/AAAAAAAAKf8/GMI__T3kxC8/s640/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />I love this stone so much. &nbsp;The view of the garbage cans (trash bins?) isn't the sweetest, but at least they are the right color.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRLvUXK2oB8/VmECmWG4aCI/AAAAAAAAKgE/At7OyO9Qu4I/s1600/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRLvUXK2oB8/VmECmWG4aCI/AAAAAAAAKgE/At7OyO9Qu4I/s640/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I believe it was around this point that our tour guide brought up the fact that some people believe that cows lie down before it rains to ensure themselves a dry place to sleep. &nbsp;This could be true, but consider: &nbsp;my husband and I take a walk most days up into the foothills near Mt. Diablo in Northern California and there are plenty of cows who live along this trail. &nbsp;However, we only see them perhaps once every few weeks, or less. &nbsp;Yesterday, the cows were very low down by the stream we walk along. &nbsp;Most of them were lying down. &nbsp;Since rain wasn't forecast until the next day, we thought this a tad premature. &nbsp;Imagine our surprise when we saw the very same cows in the very same spot when we walked past this morning. &nbsp;Some of them were lying down, but most were milling about with an air of "what the heck?" &nbsp;They hadn't long to wait, though, as it began to rain about 15 minutes later. &nbsp;Is it true that cows plant themselves before a rain? &nbsp;I am the wrong person to ask, but I have to wonder how one is able to discern this phenomena in a country that sees rain most days, even in the summer. &nbsp;Inquiring minds need to know.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5zkdM2j9dM/VmECoRahDuI/AAAAAAAAKgM/tXOPJaPAR5o/s1600/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5zkdM2j9dM/VmECoRahDuI/AAAAAAAAKgM/tXOPJaPAR5o/s640/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />More lake scenes of the lack district through the window.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRrJELJg-zQ/VmECp7EmZRI/AAAAAAAAKgU/jEbMYHKiLrg/s1600/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRrJELJg-zQ/VmECp7EmZRI/AAAAAAAAKgU/jEbMYHKiLrg/s640/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B6%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRIlEPeHJvE/VmEGdGndjRI/AAAAAAAAKgw/OLOANtKsj5s/s1600/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRIlEPeHJvE/VmEGdGndjRI/AAAAAAAAKgw/OLOANtKsj5s/s640/n%2Bto%2Bgrasmere%2B5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is a terrible photo, but I love the dock and the skiff. &nbsp;It is a scene of such hope and promise. &nbsp;Who wouldn't love to run down to the dock and hop aboard?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmLTCRypWN4/VmEGf3q5pzI/AAAAAAAAKg4/JVC4DVXhuL4/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmLTCRypWN4/VmEGf3q5pzI/AAAAAAAAKg4/JVC4DVXhuL4/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />A beautiful sight as we drove through some town or another. &nbsp;I yearn to make one of these "lobelia balls", as I call them, but they barely hang on to dear life when planted in the ground in these parts; these containers dry out too fast. &nbsp;Le sigh . . .<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hw5d6UCzG2I/VmEGi8h0enI/AAAAAAAAKhA/aArfPVUKQZc/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hw5d6UCzG2I/VmEGi8h0enI/AAAAAAAAKhA/aArfPVUKQZc/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />After a number of hours of sight-seeing through the coach window, we arrived at Grasemere. &nbsp;Such a beautiful village! Through the foliage pictured above, one can spot a church. &nbsp;This is St. Oswald's, complete with a beautiful graveyard, one that holds the remains of famous poet, William Wordsworth. &nbsp;"I wandered lonely as a cloud . . . " (Which begs the questions, are clouds lonely? &nbsp;It isn't often that you see just one . . . just sayin'.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJFu7yCfNpE/VmEGkH_qtUI/AAAAAAAAKhI/TNpDExC_AhM/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJFu7yCfNpE/VmEGkH_qtUI/AAAAAAAAKhI/TNpDExC_AhM/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I adore the door here at St. Oswald's Church. &nbsp;Just sayin'.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAfAygdrVZw/VmEGl2474LI/AAAAAAAAKhQ/Lo_ZRiUJgwg/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAfAygdrVZw/VmEGl2474LI/AAAAAAAAKhQ/Lo_ZRiUJgwg/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="594" /></a></div><br />The River Rothay. &nbsp;I was so taken with the beauty of Grasmere that I bought a print of an oil painting done by a local resident complete with a view of this river. &nbsp;It is so peaceful and reminds me of all of this beauty on a daily basis.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xih46gy6omo/VmEGtoRGBfI/AAAAAAAAKhY/1oE49NKZ7tI/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xih46gy6omo/VmEGtoRGBfI/AAAAAAAAKhY/1oE49NKZ7tI/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Roses festooned over a gothic fence--I must get me one of these. &nbsp;Oh, wait! &nbsp;I do have one. &nbsp;Rather, I have a rose arbor with three gloriously gothic arches over which my Eden rose shall soon festoon itself. &nbsp;These are the spring promises of which long winters are made. (See the little fold of mountain up at the top? &nbsp;That's all--just see it.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-po_XNQjLnaU/VmECvUR4Q1I/AAAAAAAAKgc/6xRlx5g-v7g/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-po_XNQjLnaU/VmECvUR4Q1I/AAAAAAAAKgc/6xRlx5g-v7g/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B7%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span id="goog_975727951"></span><span id="goog_975727952"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcichMkbdhk/VmEFz99bn0I/AAAAAAAAKgo/eAStz1pt68Y/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcichMkbdhk/VmEFz99bn0I/AAAAAAAAKgo/eAStz1pt68Y/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B8%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The tombstone roughly in the middle is that of William Wordsworth, who died in 1850, and his wife, Mary, who died not long after, in 1859. &nbsp;(I love the names William and Mary which is why, at our house, we have one of each) &nbsp;The cement area to the left of W's tomb is inscribed with more detailed information about the births and deaths of the Wordsworth family. &nbsp;The tombstones to the right of W's are some of those family members.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZG4QEsrl9Q/VmEG7JcTFaI/AAAAAAAAKhg/afQBx4Fg5jo/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="516" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZG4QEsrl9Q/VmEG7JcTFaI/AAAAAAAAKhg/afQBx4Fg5jo/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ws184EmqTQ/VmEG-QPrJBI/AAAAAAAAKho/tmBXjlar87A/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ws184EmqTQ/VmEG-QPrJBI/AAAAAAAAKho/tmBXjlar87A/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B10%2Bcopy.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br />There is something very New Oreleans about this graveyard. &nbsp;Why I would say such a thing, I have no idea since I have never been there. &nbsp;William Wordsworth aside, it is a very romantic place and one I would have liked to sit in and enjoy for a while. &nbsp;Instead, I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off and took photos. &nbsp;(But, hey, I can enjoy it anytime I want to, now.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3CjIHYAjiE/VmEHCHBwtYI/AAAAAAAAKhw/_1knnDSaiMY/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3CjIHYAjiE/VmEHCHBwtYI/AAAAAAAAKhw/_1knnDSaiMY/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B11%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Py4CBMcX2Jk/VmEHG2T-o6I/AAAAAAAAKh4/-b7mQehYjR8/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Py4CBMcX2Jk/VmEHG2T-o6I/AAAAAAAAKh4/-b7mQehYjR8/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B12%2Bcopy.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br />That spill of roses from the other side.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v9RkgcnmX4/VmEHJLups-I/AAAAAAAAKiE/i3lz4Z-tFPg/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v9RkgcnmX4/VmEHJLups-I/AAAAAAAAKiE/i3lz4Z-tFPg/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B14%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I wish I could say that I sat on this bench and simply breathed.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smtEkQlBGvM/VmEHITU8j4I/AAAAAAAAKiA/sf6zPszHhEM/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smtEkQlBGvM/VmEHITU8j4I/AAAAAAAAKiA/sf6zPszHhEM/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B15%2Bcopy.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHuF422m8f0/VmEHLbPgGTI/AAAAAAAAKiQ/OdECXfooF9U/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="446" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHuF422m8f0/VmEHLbPgGTI/AAAAAAAAKiQ/OdECXfooF9U/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B16%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8ofu59uGX0/VmEHNZWYrcI/AAAAAAAAKiY/pvp1BZKtA5U/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8ofu59uGX0/VmEHNZWYrcI/AAAAAAAAKiY/pvp1BZKtA5U/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmG7rgtjG_Q/VmEHcjn-dHI/AAAAAAAAKig/WHxRCfSdOaw/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmG7rgtjG_Q/VmEHcjn-dHI/AAAAAAAAKig/WHxRCfSdOaw/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B18%2Bcopy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Such a beautiful mix of colors and textures. &nbsp;I was determined to get a closer look at that house.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-266YCIBKGXg/VmEMzeNHCDI/AAAAAAAAKiw/aZhVPX3yO58/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-266YCIBKGXg/VmEMzeNHCDI/AAAAAAAAKiw/aZhVPX3yO58/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B19%2Bcopy.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fVjJOUEK6Q/VmEM3sYpr8I/AAAAAAAAKi4/BQ3HPxxBsvs/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="560" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fVjJOUEK6Q/VmEM3sYpr8I/AAAAAAAAKi4/BQ3HPxxBsvs/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B20%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>At the time I took this photo, the cross in the foreground looked liked real wood. &nbsp;Now I wonder. &nbsp;It is perhaps made of cement. &nbsp;Would a wooden one survive many rainy winters? &nbsp;Or summers, for that matter? <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LOmZf4IFX4/VmEOU9TCffI/AAAAAAAAKkM/qORLDE7_we8/s1600/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LOmZf4IFX4/VmEOU9TCffI/AAAAAAAAKkM/qORLDE7_we8/s640/o%2Bin%2Bgrasmere%2B21%2Bcopy.jpg" width="572" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We got there! &nbsp;This house is sure to have deep sills on the other side of those windows. &nbsp;How lovely! The roses draped over the door are exactly the right color. &nbsp;Delightful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1A_yRDTB04/VmEM8-Xe_RI/AAAAAAAAKjI/zsPTX3I1__0/s1600/p%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bscotland%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="470" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1A_yRDTB04/VmEM8-Xe_RI/AAAAAAAAKjI/zsPTX3I1__0/s640/p%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bscotland%2B3%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Back in the coach for more lake views, but with a difference--next stop, Scotland!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--INC51AFypE/VmEM-pWaHQI/AAAAAAAAKjQ/s7KGFSIwndc/s1600/p%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bscotland%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--INC51AFypE/VmEM-pWaHQI/AAAAAAAAKjQ/s7KGFSIwndc/s640/p%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bscotland%2B4%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BD620pBufcc/VmENCj8nSjI/AAAAAAAAKjY/zf3Q84W4kM8/s1600/q%2Bentering%2Bscotland%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BD620pBufcc/VmENCj8nSjI/AAAAAAAAKjY/zf3Q84W4kM8/s640/q%2Bentering%2Bscotland%2B1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is the worst photo ever! &nbsp;But, I had to include it. &nbsp;Gretna Green is the oh-so-famous local of runaway brides one reads about in countless regency romance novels a la Georgette Heyer. &nbsp;(I would include runaway grooms, but often they weren't as sincere as the girls about getting married.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coXnwV130RQ/VmENGOW4RKI/AAAAAAAAKjg/YB-Ql5Ctw_w/s1600/q%2Bentering%2Bscotland%2B4_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coXnwV130RQ/VmENGOW4RKI/AAAAAAAAKjg/YB-Ql5Ctw_w/s640/q%2Bentering%2Bscotland%2B4_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is the first house you come to when you cross the border in Gretna Green and the last one you see as you leave--hence the cool sign. &nbsp;Over 10,000 marriages have taken place here since . . . well, even an enlargement did not reveal the date to me (see sign on the right). &nbsp;Since it was built, however, in 1830, I feel it safe to assume the date is that or older. &nbsp;I think I see a 14 something over there--I'm not sure, but I believe there might have been another building on this site prior to 1830, one in which marriages "over the anvil" were performed. &nbsp;This old place still holds weddings. &nbsp;It also serves lunch. &nbsp;(We neither married or lunched at this location, more's the pity.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4S1Huay10w/VmENHWQZ6CI/AAAAAAAAKjo/vcH757zMlvo/s1600/q%2Bentering%2Bscotland%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4S1Huay10w/VmENHWQZ6CI/AAAAAAAAKjo/vcH757zMlvo/s640/q%2Bentering%2Bscotland%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><br />I have to say that it was truly a thrill for me to be here, in this spot. &nbsp;The whole <i>Toll Booth </i>and <i>Gretna</i> <i>Green</i> and <i>Scotland</i> thing elicits such visions of regency romance delights. Since I write regency romances, I was especially tickled.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0z0VfP26MQ/VmENeNCKRCI/AAAAAAAAKj4/FSACcvYaL4Y/s1600/A%2BMidwinter%2BBall%2Blarger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0z0VfP26MQ/VmENeNCKRCI/AAAAAAAAKj4/FSACcvYaL4Y/s640/A%2BMidwinter%2BBall%2Blarger.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br />My most recent, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Midwinter-Ball-Timeless-Regency-Collection-ebook/dp/B014VF8USI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1449248661&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=Heidi+Ashworth" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Midwinter Ball</span></a>, was released on December 1st, 2015, so the whole regency romance thing is very much on my mind. &nbsp;None of it takes place in Scotland--there isn't even an elopement to Gretna or even an abduction, but one of each very nearly happens in<span style="color: red;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miss-Delacourt-Speaks-Her-Mind-ebook/dp/B0093YQGRU/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1449248205&amp;sr=8-4&amp;keywords=heidi+ashworth" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind</span></a> </span>and<span style="color: red;"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miss-Armistead-Makes-Her-Choice-ebook/dp/B00JH21V0A/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1449248205&amp;sr=8-3&amp;keywords=heidi+ashworth" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Miss Armistead Makes Her Choice</span>.</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VID-koTphaE/VmENii5rntI/AAAAAAAAKkA/rHB9dGS6608/s1600/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VID-koTphaE/VmENii5rntI/AAAAAAAAKkA/rHB9dGS6608/s640/O%2527er%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BLiffey.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26241885-o-er-the-river-liffey" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">This book</span>,</a> due out in June 2016, does take place in Ireland, which is where I vacationed last summer and garnered a great deal of inspiration. &nbsp;The photo for this book was taken under my direction in England--you can read about that super fun day<a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2015/09/the-nearly-famous-london-book-cover.html" target="_blank"> <span style="color: red;">HERE</span>.</a>&nbsp; (You can find all of my books for sale <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heidi-Ashworth/e/B001JSDUX6/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1449248205&amp;sr=8-2-ent" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ3SQb-x7N4/VmENKp3iPGI/AAAAAAAAKjw/csSjW3rlxLM/s1600/p%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bscotland%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ3SQb-x7N4/VmENKp3iPGI/AAAAAAAAKjw/csSjW3rlxLM/s640/p%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bscotland%2B5%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This photo is pure Scotland. &nbsp;The highlands look a bit different, to be sure, but this is what much of the lowlands look like. &nbsp;Pure heaven! &nbsp;Next stop--Edinburgh!</div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-62387034798145058782015-12-01T08:14:00.000-08:002015-12-01T08:14:12.015-08:00Dance Through the Winter With A Midwinter Ball<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62hw_xiJtcE/Vl2-UzyITmI/AAAAAAAAKfk/QaH20lN2CDc/s1600/A%2BMidwinter%2BBall%2Blarger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62hw_xiJtcE/Vl2-UzyITmI/AAAAAAAAKfk/QaH20lN2CDc/s640/A%2BMidwinter%2BBall%2Blarger.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Midwinter-Ball-Timeless-Regency-Collection-ebook/dp/B014VF8USI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Midwinter Ball</span></a>: &nbsp;three stories of Regency balls, courtship and falling in love, the perfect book to read on cold winter nights by the fire. &nbsp;This anthology contains three long, expanded, satisfying novellas by<span style="color: red;"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Michele-Paige-Holmes/e/B001JP7X0A/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_3" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Michele Paige Homes</span>,</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Annette-Lyon/e/B001K8ET9O/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_2" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Annette Lyon</span></a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heidi-Ashworth/e/B001JSDUX6/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Heidi Ashworth</span></a>. &nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">The fun begins with Heidi Ashworth's novella, Much Ado About Dancing. &nbsp;It is the love story of Analisa Lloyd-Jones, the matchmaker sister to Colin Lloyd-Jones, the hero in <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miss-Armistead-Makes-Her-Choice-ebook/dp/B00JH21V0A/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1448985896&amp;sr=1-1&amp;keywords=miss+armistead+makes+her+choice" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Miss</span> <span style="color: red;">Armistead Makes Her Choice. </span>&nbsp;</a>&nbsp;</span>We left Analisa unhappily betrothed to the tall, skinny, ginger-haired Lord Northrup. &nbsp;It seems that her brother put her rescue on hold in order to pursue his own romance . . .&nbsp;<span style="color: red;">&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal"><i>England, Midwinter 1817<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “All the county knows my annual house party to be among the most anticipated of the year,” Mrs. Smith of Dance Hall announced to those within the reach of her voice. “What’s more,” she said with an airy wave, “within months of everyone’s departure, there are a greater number of marriages announced in the newspapers than is usual. I am wrong to crow,” she said with a finger to her nose, “but I am persuaded it is on account of my most excellent dancing lessons.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Miss Analisa Lloyd-Jones favored her hostess with an indulgent smile. “I shall be astonished if even your incomparable lessons have the power to procure a husband for an old maid such as myself.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Old maid!” her hostess countered, her eyes round with what Analisa surmised to be as much apprehension as incredulity. “You can’t be more than eighteen. Never fear, we shall marry you off this year, see if we don’t.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I shall be twenty come the fall,” Analisa replied brightly. “Though, I confess I am not in the least sorry to have remained a spinster. Now that Colin has gone to India with his wife and baby, Papa and Mama are not entirely on their own.” She stood and walked to the side of her friend, Miss Emily Everitt, who busied herself with a piece of embroidery.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Analisa, you mustn’t sacrifice so for your parents,” Emily said as she jabbed her needle into the canvas she held before her. “I am determined that I shall not.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A chorus of “Nor I,” was sung out by the girls seated on the various chairs and sofas scattered about the first-floor salon. Such a noisy utterance proved to be too much for Mrs. Smith, who shook her head in protest as she moved briskly from the room.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;">“Come now, ladies,” Analisa said with a laugh. “We all know for what we long. We shall be churlish and ill-humored until we retire to our rooms and dress for the evening’s enticements. Let us begin.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;">Miss Mary Arthur’s embroidery hoop clattered to the floor as she rose to her feet with alacrity. “I feared I should be expected to squander the entire afternoon stitching brown reeds around a lake,” she said with her matter-of-course panache. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;">“Either that or be forced to primp through our supper,” Emily murmured. “I am persuaded Mrs. Smith has forgotten what it is to be young. She may don a wig if it pleases her,” she said with a sniff, “but the creation of my near-best coiffure requires a great deal of time to achieve.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;">“Then come,” Analisa insisted as she drew Emily to her feet. “Let us make our way above stairs before Mrs. Smith returns and insists on inventing something else with which to keep us occupied.” <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;">With cries of appreciation, the remaining young ladies sprang to their feet and allowed themselves to be ushered through the door and up the stairs to their bedchambers. As the eldest among them, Analisa imagined herself a hen gathering her chicks. Immediately, she banished the image from her mind; she knew it would only lead to peevishness if she pictured herself a spinster amidst so many fresh-faced maidens. Indeed, it was best not to dwell on the fact that if she did not marry soon, she would, come May, be expected to embark on her fourth Season. It was a humiliation not to be borne with any grace.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;">She released the sigh she refused to air in the company of the others and made her way to her chamber door. Though an accommodation of many charms, its beauty failed to distract from the folded piece of parchment lying on her dressing table. It bore her name scrawled in the self-same hand as had the monthly missives Lord Northrup had sent her for nigh on two years. Why her Papa had seen fit to have this one forwarded to Dance Hall, she could not fathom. He was well aware that she had long given up on reading the earl’s letters; they always proved to sink her into a black mood. She was tempted to ignore this one as she had most of the others, but a quiver of misgiving caused her some hesitation. With a shaking hand, she took up the folded parchment and broke the seal. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">Follow the link at the beginning of this post to read the full story, as well as the others in this exciting collection!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><br /></div><br /><br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-22949103875670077372015-11-20T13:33:00.001-08:002015-11-20T13:33:14.335-08:00High Yewdale, a Beatrix Potter Farm: A Delicious Treat Tucked Into the Hills of the Glorious Lake District<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml10f0RjlY0/Vk9LFOhLHZI/AAAAAAAAKbE/x18LIHhlJXY/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B24_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml10f0RjlY0/Vk9LFOhLHZI/AAAAAAAAKbE/x18LIHhlJXY/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B24_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Once upon a time a talented author known as Beatrix Potter bought a great number of farms in the Lake District, a picture-postcard-beautiful area of North West England, to ensure that they would remain unspoiled. &nbsp;She was a true conservationist; she rescued 14 farms, totaling 4,000 acres, and we are blessed to be able to benefit from her actions. &nbsp;This farm is known as High Yewdale and we (those of us of our tour group) were lucky enough to have a treat here and explore the grounds.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QopgJP43LLk/Vk9LFj8LDJI/AAAAAAAAKbI/bfCnSX-wuyU/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QopgJP43LLk/Vk9LFj8LDJI/AAAAAAAAKbI/bfCnSX-wuyU/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />But first, we embarked on day 5 of our 16 day trip by heading out of Liverpool. &nbsp;This photo is of Georges Dock--it is fairly historic, one can surmise this from the structure itself, but it's not very exciting (except for the structure itself).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q37xjUGOa2k/Vk9LJMTyvAI/AAAAAAAAKbU/j9df5BzsJsQ/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B3_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q37xjUGOa2k/Vk9LJMTyvAI/AAAAAAAAKbU/j9df5BzsJsQ/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B3_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The Lake District, as you might have guessed, is replete with lakes that shimmer like jewels in the summer sun. &nbsp;With the mountains on the horizon line, I felt very much at home. &nbsp;It felt very "California" to me. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wo7i8K8Q0jw/Vk9LLOivhiI/AAAAAAAAKbc/Iy7Ajr8ThQo/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B5_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wo7i8K8Q0jw/Vk9LLOivhiI/AAAAAAAAKbc/Iy7Ajr8ThQo/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B5_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This flower bed full of begonias is not terribly California--they would wither and die very quickly here. &nbsp;But in England, sigh . . .Aren't they gorgeous? <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7rMDJbUU1s/Vk9LNDGsYYI/AAAAAAAAKbk/xqgzmEAWN2M/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B6%2Bambersley%2Bmaybe_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7rMDJbUU1s/Vk9LNDGsYYI/AAAAAAAAKbk/xqgzmEAWN2M/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B6%2Bambersley%2Bmaybe_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is a hotel right on the water in a little town called Ambleside. &nbsp;Or Windermere. &nbsp;Or maybe the lake is Windermere. &nbsp;Not sure. &nbsp;My notes read: &nbsp;Lush Windermere photo break at Ambleside. &nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpXqr9fNrYg/Vk9Lbpiv6WI/AAAAAAAAKbs/PCMLn49CsVc/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B7_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpXqr9fNrYg/Vk9Lbpiv6WI/AAAAAAAAKbs/PCMLn49CsVc/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B7_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-2mILRjB8o/Vk9Ld6ZZ1aI/AAAAAAAAKb0/WZU3B7ucTHc/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B8_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-2mILRjB8o/Vk9Ld6ZZ1aI/AAAAAAAAKb0/WZU3B7ucTHc/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B8_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i78Izzww9I0/Vk9LfqMiNNI/AAAAAAAAKb8/CtlkZJeVj30/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B9_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i78Izzww9I0/Vk9LfqMiNNI/AAAAAAAAKb8/CtlkZJeVj30/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B9_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_inujsbOa50/Vk9Lh2uh4WI/AAAAAAAAKcE/j4L_t0uOhtM/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B10_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_inujsbOa50/Vk9Lh2uh4WI/AAAAAAAAKcE/j4L_t0uOhtM/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B10_edited-1.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rRuHmuR690/Vk9LmH3_pgI/AAAAAAAAKcM/H6YMsWa67V0/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rRuHmuR690/Vk9LmH3_pgI/AAAAAAAAKcM/H6YMsWa67V0/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B13.jpg" width="616" /></a></div><br />The ducks and swans flocked to Mary, and not just because all animals do. &nbsp;(The very nice man to her left gave her some seed to share.)<br />&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vQKKstG3oc/Vk9LpfmN7EI/AAAAAAAAKcU/qsyzAc7l3Ws/s1600/lake%2Bdistrict%2B15_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vQKKstG3oc/Vk9LpfmN7EI/AAAAAAAAKcU/qsyzAc7l3Ws/s640/lake%2Bdistrict%2B15_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Clearly these birds have been well-trained. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpMoQSxV9Qw/Vk9L5bOYE1I/AAAAAAAAKcc/XEfk3RKK-KI/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B1%2Bon%2Bway_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpMoQSxV9Qw/Vk9L5bOYE1I/AAAAAAAAKcc/XEfk3RKK-KI/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B1%2Bon%2Bway_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A through-the-coach-window photo of the countryside as we made our way to the farm in or near Coniston. &nbsp;The roads are narrow and wind around--my favorite kind! &nbsp;Our tour guide reported that this is the hardest day of the tour for the coach driver. &nbsp;In fact, there was a bit of a showdown between our coach and a long line of cars just before we arrived at High Yewdale. &nbsp;Fun stuff.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFgDGWHuTFs/Vk9L9C-Q2CI/AAAAAAAAKck/qrXlzG-eAW8/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B3_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFgDGWHuTFs/Vk9L9C-Q2CI/AAAAAAAAKck/qrXlzG-eAW8/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B3_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Is this not the dreamiest cottage? &nbsp;It needs a climbing rose to clamber over the arch in front of the door, with a few branches trained up against the house, as well, but one can't have everything (unless you are the farm next door which had exactly that but which defied the molasses-slow speed of my camera operator). &nbsp;We were served a delicious tea (caffeine free was available for the 10 (count 'em--10!) Mormons on this trip) and, in my case, an incredible gluten free chocolate confection. &nbsp;The owner of the house also owns a bakery from whence came said confection. &nbsp;I was promised the recipe but it has yet to land in my inbox. &nbsp;She is probably afraid I will set up business with it--it was that good. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PFi5r3ZUHU/Vk9L-khuv1I/AAAAAAAAKcs/egNHHqtcuag/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B2%2Binside%2Bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PFi5r3ZUHU/Vk9L-khuv1I/AAAAAAAAKcs/egNHHqtcuag/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B2%2Binside%2Bb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />While we ate (three or four tables were set up in two or three different rooms) we were regaled with some interesting stories, one of which included the discovery, by the current owner, of this wooden panelling that had been covered up by drywall. &nbsp;It was a very exciting discovery as it dated the house to the 1500's, which makes it about 100 years older than formally supposed. &nbsp;(This photo features our new friends, the Johnsons. &nbsp;Love them!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujMXjo4zzgs/Vk9MAIyqOjI/AAAAAAAAKc0/R7vozAOqNYI/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B4_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujMXjo4zzgs/Vk9MAIyqOjI/AAAAAAAAKc0/R7vozAOqNYI/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B4_edited-1.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br />The inside of the house was full of people and tables so I decided to take photos outside until the house cleared (I never got back inside, darn it!). &nbsp;This photo marks the moment when the dog (name forgotten) began his/her? attachment to Mary, as all dogs do. &nbsp;The gal with the backpack is either Brooklyn or Bailey McKnight (they are identical twins and just because I am one doesn't mean I can tell them apart--except me and mine--I know which one is which, pretty much all of the time--I'm uber smart that way) who have their own<a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/BrooklynAndBailey" target="_blank"> <span style="color: red;">youtube channel</span> </a>with over 2 million subscribers. &nbsp;They were recently featured in <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unFAHooh_zE" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">this video</span></a> by Studio C. &nbsp;They became famous by modeling hairstyles on their mom's, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWM4zeaLrD1L9eQeRA_KfsQ" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Mindy McKnight</span> </a>;s, channel called Cutegirlshairstyles. &nbsp;(Maybe some of you have heard of them.) They were on our tour with Mom and Dad and they met fans everywhere they went. &nbsp;It was pretty remarkable. &nbsp;(Remember the photo of Mary with the swans? &nbsp;A photo of the twins frolicing amongst the swans went onto Instagram and 6 hours later it had 86,000 likes. &nbsp;Mary's had none. &nbsp;Mostly because I didn't post it on Instagram. &nbsp;But you hear what I am saying.) &nbsp;Anyway, a very nice, sweet family--we enjoyed getting to know them a little bit.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xltycm-2a2w/Vk9MEo-EPbI/AAAAAAAAKc8/K_J_5K1GKhY/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B6_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="364" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xltycm-2a2w/Vk9MEo-EPbI/AAAAAAAAKc8/K_J_5K1GKhY/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B6_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Here's some of the folks from our group milling about. &nbsp;I can't get over the setting of this house. &nbsp;Spectacular!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRRV5CapuhE/Vk9MHSlR65I/AAAAAAAAKdE/LzGPFsDaxOg/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B5_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="472" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRRV5CapuhE/Vk9MHSlR65I/AAAAAAAAKdE/LzGPFsDaxOg/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B5_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />As can be seen all over the U.K. and Ireland, flowers grow like weeds, here, even when they are in containers. &nbsp;Happy happy happy! &nbsp;I love their colors against the blue of the caravan.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Exp7B4fEowI/Vk9PSlw2T7I/AAAAAAAAKd4/PUAuykoQxd8/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B23_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Exp7B4fEowI/Vk9PSlw2T7I/AAAAAAAAKd4/PUAuykoQxd8/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B23_edited-1.jpg" width="586" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Or whatever it is. &nbsp;Horse trailer? &nbsp;Either way, I want one.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSCwNpuSx-s/Vk9POa3CAjI/AAAAAAAAKdc/hp2K_ROGlEA/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B11_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSCwNpuSx-s/Vk9POa3CAjI/AAAAAAAAKdc/hp2K_ROGlEA/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B11_edited-1.jpg" width="566" /></a></div><br />I suppose this is the barn. &nbsp;I want one of these, too. &nbsp;Take note--Christmas is coming!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylVAdvfrIMQ/Vk9PP_im8II/AAAAAAAAKdk/Ys6ACXs97as/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B10_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylVAdvfrIMQ/Vk9PP_im8II/AAAAAAAAKdk/Ys6ACXs97as/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B10_edited-1.jpg" width="630" /></a></div><br />View from the garage towards the other ridge of mountains. &nbsp;I guess one ridge just isn't good enough.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Knb--ARTgfQ/Vk9PRUjgYaI/AAAAAAAAKds/7YwaPz3zTXM/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B12_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Knb--ARTgfQ/Vk9PRUjgYaI/AAAAAAAAKds/7YwaPz3zTXM/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B12_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />I adore stacked rock walls. &nbsp;I am almost certain it would make, in modified form, a gorgeous kitchen backsplash. &nbsp;Someone really ought to get to work on that.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ss7RdKm248/Vk9PVAg-QgI/AAAAAAAAKd8/ltyCRpM_Nx8/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B9_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ss7RdKm248/Vk9PVAg-QgI/AAAAAAAAKd8/ltyCRpM_Nx8/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B9_edited-1.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />There are roses, yes. &nbsp;And they are pink--happy day! &nbsp;And they are spilling over a wall of stacked gray stone. &nbsp;It almost makes up for the lack of a rose crawling over the walls of the house. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2D4vrND_T0/Vk9PZa8FP_I/AAAAAAAAKeE/TRj0Ta04bV4/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B14%2Bvichirellis_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2D4vrND_T0/Vk9PZa8FP_I/AAAAAAAAKeE/TRj0Ta04bV4/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B14%2Bvichirellis_edited-1.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><br />Mountains, trees (yews, maybe?), white washed walls, slate roof, there is just all sorts of loveliness! &nbsp;Also, just to the left of the gate are our new friends the Vichrillis. &nbsp;Love them!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbrfQJY1mZo/Vk9PbU8c-XI/AAAAAAAAKeM/G3MLYnSe9xQ/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B13_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbrfQJY1mZo/Vk9PbU8c-XI/AAAAAAAAKeM/G3MLYnSe9xQ/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B13_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bh579NZphQ/Vk9P9siCwrI/AAAAAAAAKes/dwZQJgj7i-E/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B18_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bh579NZphQ/Vk9P9siCwrI/AAAAAAAAKes/dwZQJgj7i-E/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B18_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The mudroom is just outside the door to the left--great idea!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D40Ys2yONXY/Vk9U_UzGToI/AAAAAAAAKfU/kOzDr5N-wwY/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B15%2Bmary%2Band%2Bann_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D40Ys2yONXY/Vk9U_UzGToI/AAAAAAAAKfU/kOzDr5N-wwY/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B15%2Bmary%2Band%2Bann_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />There is no such thing as a bad photo of High Yewdale.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTy9mzX3ZAs/Vk9P6vaxujI/AAAAAAAAKeY/4N_HsOZePHY/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B16%2Bmary%2Band%2Bann_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="502" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTy9mzX3ZAs/Vk9P6vaxujI/AAAAAAAAKeY/4N_HsOZePHY/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B16%2Bmary%2Band%2Bann_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Here's Mary with our much-loved tour guide, Ann. &nbsp;They are most likely discussing the dog. &nbsp;Have I mentioned how much Mary loves dogs? <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GlCA3-zyE94/Vk9P8VPxhNI/AAAAAAAAKek/udP_wbGLk70/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B17%2Bmary%2Band%2Bdog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="504" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GlCA3-zyE94/Vk9P8VPxhNI/AAAAAAAAKek/udP_wbGLk70/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B17%2Bmary%2Band%2Bdog.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />She now has a lot of photos of many strange dogs all over Ireland, England and Scotland. &nbsp;I suppose it is not any different from my copious photos of strange buildings and strange flowers. &nbsp;I must say, this was a very cute dog. &nbsp;Everyone wanted to visit with her and pet her. &nbsp;However, when it came time to board the coach, Mary went over to her/him? one last time, whereupon the dog made it abundantly clear that he/she wanted Mary to take him/her along. &nbsp;Like I said, it was love at first sight.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzcn9A393sg/Vk9QTKEXHUI/AAAAAAAAKe0/uZsPrYmaDEQ/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B19_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzcn9A393sg/Vk9QTKEXHUI/AAAAAAAAKe0/uZsPrYmaDEQ/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B19_edited-1.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzTmsl8K95c/Vk9QV8qp8VI/AAAAAAAAKe8/WOFPv7-pRjk/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B22_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzTmsl8K95c/Vk9QV8qp8VI/AAAAAAAAKe8/WOFPv7-pRjk/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B22_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Do be sure to click on this photo above to enlarge it. &nbsp;It is all kinds of gorgeous.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppKXElCauPs/Vk9QYDqefKI/AAAAAAAAKfE/W5rAxvZrZ_U/s1600/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B24_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppKXElCauPs/Vk9QYDqefKI/AAAAAAAAKfE/W5rAxvZrZ_U/s640/m%2Bhigh%2Byewdale%2B24_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Our last sight of High Yewdale through the coach window. &nbsp;I hope to be there again one day.<br />Next time: &nbsp;more of the Lake District and Grasmere where William Wadsworth is buried in a pretty little graveyard. &nbsp;I am fairly certain that it sports daffodils in the spring.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015651593178985156.post-53516226479851487632015-11-12T19:55:00.002-08:002015-11-12T19:55:57.624-08:00Liverpool, the Beatles, Strawberry Fields (Forever), Penny Lane, the Cavern Club and the Beautiful River Mersey <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4MMByOqnEk4/VkUtMxEZsMI/AAAAAAAAKXk/MlVzUr4vbQA/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B2_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4MMByOqnEk4/VkUtMxEZsMI/AAAAAAAAKXk/MlVzUr4vbQA/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B2_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />It had already been <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/2015/10/of-lavender-fields-swathes-of-green.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">an eventful day</span></a>: &nbsp;breakfast at the wonderful MacDonald Bath Spa Hotel, Prince Charles's Highgrove, Anne Hathaway's Cottage and William Shakespeare's Stratford-Upon-Avon. &nbsp;Since a visit to Liverpool was on the itinerary, along with a mention of the Beatles, I knew that we would be seeing it, but it wasn't something I had anticipated with much pleasure. &nbsp;I thought of Liverpool as being a rather ordinary, somewhat industrial city, and not anything that interested me. &nbsp;Boy, was I wrong! &nbsp;The red gate above denotes the famed Strawberry Fields neighborhood, the one that is mentioned in the song. &nbsp;I love the Beatles's music, but I am not fanatical, so I was surprised at how much I enjoyed seeing this. &nbsp;It is smack dab in the middle of a typical 1950-60's neighborhood. &nbsp;We walked there from the coach, but most of my photos of this part of Liverpool were taken through the coach window. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFhhcmQxK2w/VkUsod0jUiI/AAAAAAAAKWg/XTjjInxSZsg/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="536" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFhhcmQxK2w/VkUsod0jUiI/AAAAAAAAKWg/XTjjInxSZsg/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This barber shop is the very one mentioned in the song Penny Lane. &nbsp;"In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photogaphs&nbsp;. . . " &nbsp;I doubt this is the same barber and he is not showing photos that I can see, but we were told that it is all pretty much the same as it was then. &nbsp;Both Paul and John lived in this part of Liverpool and they wrote about the things they saw every day as they walked to school. &nbsp;The next verse starts thusly: &nbsp;On the corner is a banker with a motorcar. &nbsp;We saw that bank, as well, though I did not photo it. &nbsp;I don't know why not-it was very round and very interesting. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieFEH5knGpQ/VkUsrX4Kl1I/AAAAAAAAKWo/mnVXIhkxG8g/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B3%2Brandom%2Bhouse_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieFEH5knGpQ/VkUsrX4Kl1I/AAAAAAAAKWo/mnVXIhkxG8g/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B3%2Brandom%2Bhouse_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />We drove around this part of Liverpool for a while. &nbsp;I liked this bow window so I "took" it home with me. &nbsp;Again, this is in the approximate area of where Paul McCartney and John Lennon grew up. &nbsp;There were brightly colored garbage bins in every yard, including one for recycling. &nbsp;That would have made an interesting photo, also, by golly. &nbsp;Perhaps I was distracted by the thought of going to Penny Lane. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYXHxeqMW3M/VkUstBvqMpI/AAAAAAAAKWw/RFm5ZjcpLHo/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B4_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYXHxeqMW3M/VkUstBvqMpI/AAAAAAAAKWw/RFm5ZjcpLHo/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B4_edited-1.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br />The truth is, we were on Penny Lane itself for most of our time in the coach. &nbsp;We did get out to photo this. &nbsp;It seemed a more popular attraction than the Strawberry Fields gate for some reason I cannot fathom. &nbsp;Somewhere between the two was the school they went to --I didn't photo that either. &nbsp;I must have been half asleep. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpcpDmKv5zk/VkUsvo1MAYI/AAAAAAAAKW4/1-7gADIKyG0/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B5_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="444" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpcpDmKv5zk/VkUsvo1MAYI/AAAAAAAAKW4/1-7gADIKyG0/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B5_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />We then turned toward the water which took us through Chinatown. &nbsp;This colorful structure is the Chinatown Gate on Nelson Street. &nbsp;It is very beautiful.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UVlOgn2yLU/VkUsxGGS9qI/AAAAAAAAKXA/tYxLD3qKTHo/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B6_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UVlOgn2yLU/VkUsxGGS9qI/AAAAAAAAKXA/tYxLD3qKTHo/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B6_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />I loved these Chinese lantern light posts.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhmCQ1LS8HY/VkUs1e5DSBI/AAAAAAAAKXI/1G1JUQqg_rw/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B7_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhmCQ1LS8HY/VkUs1e5DSBI/AAAAAAAAKXI/1G1JUQqg_rw/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B7_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />I also appreciated these fish/whale/dolphin (couldn't tell from inside the coach nor from my photo) light posts which appeared as we drew closer to the water. &nbsp;The statue is of Prince Albert at St. Georges Hall on Lime, Merseyside--don't quote me but I believe that is a part of Liverpool (we were certainly in Liverpool when I took this photo) and refers to the part of town near the River Mersey. &nbsp;(Oh, my, it pays to have a wordsmith defining these things, does it not?)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UX5tuPw1n4/VkUs3gekueI/AAAAAAAAKXQ/dSRLRshRjzU/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B9_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="622" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UX5tuPw1n4/VkUs3gekueI/AAAAAAAAKXQ/dSRLRshRjzU/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B9_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Some spectacular building on Dale Street, as per the street sign on said spectacular building.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESiMDb2Zm9E/VkUs5m7L3UI/AAAAAAAAKXY/IhWrOAmbIaw/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B10_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESiMDb2Zm9E/VkUs5m7L3UI/AAAAAAAAKXY/IhWrOAmbIaw/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B10_edited-1.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br />Love these carved faces! &nbsp;It would be a treat to pass by them every day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WB2vWB0yVcE/VkUtcePfNtI/AAAAAAAAKXo/UiRwYQ6CMGE/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B11_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WB2vWB0yVcE/VkUtcePfNtI/AAAAAAAAKXo/UiRwYQ6CMGE/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B11_edited-1.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><br />Love this building with the beautiful blue, curved roof!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opuJZLL1gg8/VkUtdpbHtPI/AAAAAAAAKXw/bXEZzmDHQGo/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B12%2Bthru%2Bwindow_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opuJZLL1gg8/VkUtdpbHtPI/AAAAAAAAKXw/bXEZzmDHQGo/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B12%2Bthru%2Bwindow_edited-1.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />I was entranced by all of the white stone buildings. The one with the tower and the bird statue on top is called the Royal Liver Building. &nbsp;It, along with the Cunard building and the Port of Liverpool building, are along the waterfront and form the Liverpool's <i>The Graces. &nbsp;</i>Of course I did not know that at the time--I just hoped that I would be able to get back there on foot to do more exploring. &nbsp;(I did!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XQ_d-HqbIM/VkUthMW1QkI/AAAAAAAAKX4/z0vhDd07SXU/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B13_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XQ_d-HqbIM/VkUthMW1QkI/AAAAAAAAKX4/z0vhDd07SXU/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B13_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We were finally released from the coach and were headed somewhere special. &nbsp;(The pub sign reads: &nbsp;The William Gladstone Traditional Free House. &nbsp;He, according to Wikipedia, was a "British Liberal Politician". &nbsp;Makes sense though I confess, this is a much more flattering picture of him than the ones I have seen online. &nbsp;I suppose it is all of a piece.) But, back to that special place!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0r2QAbE3LOw/VkUtiYrAAXI/AAAAAAAAKYA/QtvK_ANQv6Q/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B14_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0r2QAbE3LOw/VkUtiYrAAXI/AAAAAAAAKYA/QtvK_ANQv6Q/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B14_edited-1.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br />We had a 60ish woman with us on the tour who just about died with happiness when we got inside The Cavern Club. &nbsp;And it was her birthday, too! &nbsp;Yep, she was one pretty happy gal, despite the four flights of stairs one has to manage to get down to where the Fab Four played. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOL4MGQUMQE/VkUtmNddlgI/AAAAAAAAKYI/ZT-oldICk-c/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B15_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOL4MGQUMQE/VkUtmNddlgI/AAAAAAAAKYI/ZT-oldICk-c/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B15_edited-1.jpg" width="526" /></a></div><br />Mary, kicking her heels, killing time with her bud John, whilst waiting to get into the club.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-QtFyS_Xj8/VkUtnpsRDQI/AAAAAAAAKYQ/6ajx_1C8hN8/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B16_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-QtFyS_Xj8/VkUtnpsRDQI/AAAAAAAAKYQ/6ajx_1C8hN8/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B16_edited-1.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />Incidentally, there were tons of great photos op all around us. &nbsp;Next door there is a Beatles hotel with statues of them hanging from every corner, etc. etc. &nbsp;All I can say is, mea culpa. &nbsp;I *did* make sure to get the John Lennon photo for my brother, a one time big Beatles fan. &nbsp;And there was the daughter thing, too. &nbsp;She looked awfully cute standing there next to Mr. Lennon.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuVuB3WrO1s/VkUtqxyFlEI/AAAAAAAAKYY/8l1L9vUAT_M/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B17_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuVuB3WrO1s/VkUtqxyFlEI/AAAAAAAAKYY/8l1L9vUAT_M/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B17_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The club is located in a warehouse cellar and is very narrow with low ceilings. &nbsp;It is long and a bit dark, but it has a great vibe. &nbsp;Of course, this is where the Beatles were discovered by Brian Epstein back when Pete Best was still at the drumsticks. &nbsp;Are the above their original instruments? &nbsp;I think so, but don't quote me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-To0snK-xQtk/VkUttb-llHI/AAAAAAAAKYg/jzAGACHyT5g/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-To0snK-xQtk/VkUttb-llHI/AAAAAAAAKYg/jzAGACHyT5g/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B18.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Sorry for the fuzzy photo but it was just too dark in this part of the cavern.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HAapvi3ndw/VkUtuyD_8dI/AAAAAAAAKYo/kVyy5xfqeCg/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HAapvi3ndw/VkUtuyD_8dI/AAAAAAAAKYo/kVyy5xfqeCg/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B19.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><br />There was a section packed full of Beatle souvenir fodder and this wonderful phone booth. &nbsp;Is it the one from the movie Help? &nbsp;Mary seemed to think so. &nbsp;(But don't quote me.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPRPdKVBYec/VkVasX_WX-I/AAAAAAAAKa0/2vgu1PNtUu0/s1600/statue%2Bat%2Bthe%2Balbert%2Bdock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPRPdKVBYec/VkVasX_WX-I/AAAAAAAAKa0/2vgu1PNtUu0/s640/statue%2Bat%2Bthe%2Balbert%2Bdock.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><br /><div class="caption640" itemprop="name" property="dct:title" style="background-color: white; clear: left; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, serif; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; width: 640px;">The Emigrants (statue), Albert Dock, Liverpool</div><div class="caption640" itemprop="description" style="background-color: white; clear: left; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, serif; font-size: 0.8em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; width: 640px;">A bronze sculpture by Mark De Graffenried, 2001. This statue of a young family commemorates migration from Liverpool to the new world. It was given to the people of Liverpool by the Mormon Church as a tribute to the many families from all over Europe who embarked on a brave and pioneering voyage from Liverpool to start a new life in America. The child stepping forward at the front symbolises migration to the unknown world, whilst the child playing with a crab at the back indicates a deep association with the sea.</div><br />After dinner, we went with our new friends from the tour group to this statue of The Emigrants. &nbsp;As far as I know, all of my ancestors were already in the U.S. when they were introduced to and became members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints (Mormons), but I suppose there might be one or two who came after they were baptized in England. It will be fun doing the research to find out. &nbsp;BTW, this is not my photo--I have a few photos my friend sent to me of all of us with the statue, but I can't find them. &nbsp;It makes me sad because this was a highlight of the trip.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W7axCLOqNg/VkUtyA6fZGI/AAAAAAAAKYw/v-DxVFNM2Pc/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B20_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W7axCLOqNg/VkUtyA6fZGI/AAAAAAAAKYw/v-DxVFNM2Pc/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B20_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Afterwards, the others went back to the hotel and Mary and I headed out to see if we could find those gorgeous buildings. &nbsp;We did, just as the sun was setting, bathing the Three Graces in its ambient glow. &nbsp;Above is a view of the Port of Liverpool building with the Royal Liver building behind it. &nbsp;It has twin clock towers and each is topped with a Liver bird, the city symbol since 1207. &nbsp;It was orignally spelled "leaver" and is pronounced closer to that than to "liver". &nbsp;The bird is made to look like a cormorant but I think it looks much more like a phoenix. &nbsp;Either way, the liver bird is a mythical creature.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUWA-PrH7p8/VkUtym7f35I/AAAAAAAAKY0/o00yFl2g6MY/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B21_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="484" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUWA-PrH7p8/VkUtym7f35I/AAAAAAAAKY0/o00yFl2g6MY/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B21_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And here is the River Mersey. &nbsp;I love the way the light shines in the streetlamp. &nbsp;It almost looks like a drop of water.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShBiZ40utpk/VkUuMb3gNkI/AAAAAAAAKZA/3j80Q1gi2fY/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B22_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="444" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShBiZ40utpk/VkUuMb3gNkI/AAAAAAAAKZA/3j80Q1gi2fY/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B22_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />As lovely as is the Royal Liver building, I was most enchanted by the Port of Liverpool building.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPf24Qt3q4M/VkUuO_-bcEI/AAAAAAAAKZI/HUDyKKtECeI/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B23_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPf24Qt3q4M/VkUuO_-bcEI/AAAAAAAAKZI/HUDyKKtECeI/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B23_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zr59z1Ala_o/VkUuSp08BQI/AAAAAAAAKZQ/uXtFHF4XR4o/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B24_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zr59z1Ala_o/VkUuSp08BQI/AAAAAAAAKZQ/uXtFHF4XR4o/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B24_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;I enlarged this photo in order to identify the UFO in the top right corner of this photo. &nbsp;Then I made it even larger. &nbsp;I still couldn't tell what it was. &nbsp;A balloon? &nbsp;A flying helmet from a coat of armor? &nbsp;A balloon in the shape of a helmet? &nbsp;And then I looked at the original version as seen above. &nbsp;It's a bird, gol' darn it. &nbsp;A bird! &nbsp;Most likely a liver bird from the looks of it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZw-w-psyrE/VkUvT3uhn8I/AAAAAAAAKZk/zeSOB9KkV0I/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B25_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZw-w-psyrE/VkUvT3uhn8I/AAAAAAAAKZk/zeSOB9KkV0I/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B25_edited-1%2Bcopy.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><br />We spent quite a while here with the sun-coated building on one side of us and the sun-coated Mersey on the other. &nbsp;We longed to enter. &nbsp;Noting that there was a car or two out front, we figured it was open.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKjnyXyIGDo/VkUvUyOs8qI/AAAAAAAAKZo/23zYWVVWcFI/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B26_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKjnyXyIGDo/VkUvUyOs8qI/AAAAAAAAKZo/23zYWVVWcFI/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B26_edited-1.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />Then we took more note of the gate through which we were peering. &nbsp;I don't know what the initials stand for, but, once upon a time, HB were my initials. &nbsp;And there were two of us (my twin and I, whose first name also starts with an H and whose maiden name, coincidentally, also starts with a B), though I doubt we were as lovely as these two mermaids. &nbsp;My daughter and I pressed a bit experimentally against the gate, but is stood firm.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToB1Cd6W1-w/VkUvW3atPnI/AAAAAAAAKZ0/yOwzoUYD5y8/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B27_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToB1Cd6W1-w/VkUvW3atPnI/AAAAAAAAKZ0/yOwzoUYD5y8/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B27_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />Then I got distracted by the wonderful carvings on the building. &nbsp;Love the ship in the wreath. &nbsp;After a while, we noticed that there was a place where we could just walk around the fence. &nbsp;So we did.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQi7nhkMhk/VkUvZZoAUYI/AAAAAAAAKZ8/lvg19r4yVFQ/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B28_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQi7nhkMhk/VkUvZZoAUYI/AAAAAAAAKZ8/lvg19r4yVFQ/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B28_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Once inside, there was a plaque with the names of those of the staff who died during the first world war. &nbsp;So many! &nbsp;How devastated the people of Liverpool must have been.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAT51YDDaHU/VkUvZ1yn4yI/AAAAAAAAKaA/iM7tsRZRdaM/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B29_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAT51YDDaHU/VkUvZ1yn4yI/AAAAAAAAKaA/iM7tsRZRdaM/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B29_edited-1.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br />Then we pushed open the big inner doors and saw this. &nbsp;The words around the upper gallery read: &nbsp;Those who do business in great waters, these see the world. &nbsp;(At least I think so--I can't be sure since my photo didn't capture the whole thing.) &nbsp;It was about this point that we heard voices. &nbsp;We realized someone was having a meeting. &nbsp;We were just discussing the merits of lingering to take more photos (those columns and walls are made of marble, people!) as opposed to leaving when a man appeared and we were told that we were not allowed in the building. &nbsp;(Than why were the doors unlocked? &nbsp;And preceded with such inviting steps?) &nbsp;Also, we were told that we were not allowed to take photos. &nbsp;I thought about opening up my camera and unspooling the film to puddle on the floor in a gesture of supreme self-sacrifice, but I was using a digital camera and felt certain that the ping of my tiny photo card would not be sufficiently dramatic despite the excellent acoustics of the building. &nbsp;So we left.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4pBmjeBqZE/VkUvcMIGx0I/AAAAAAAAKaM/uH5HinHxwDw/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B30_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4pBmjeBqZE/VkUvcMIGx0I/AAAAAAAAKaM/uH5HinHxwDw/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B30_edited-1.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br />Idly, we wondered if photos outside the building were also not allowed (we had no such problems with Belfast City Hall in Northern Ireland) as we continued to snap photos. &nbsp;The column topped by the nearly nekkid young man reads: &nbsp;Pro Patria (for your country) 1914-1918 1939-1945 which is clearly another war memorial. &nbsp;I don't know who the young man might be (Mercury? Ares? &nbsp;Mars?), but I love the anchor just below his feet and the viking ship with its double prow curled like a pair of flexed arms. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOK8Zo6kcik/VkUveJlvVlI/AAAAAAAAKaU/zYstZwhmxUY/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B31%2Bcity%2Bhall_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOK8Zo6kcik/VkUveJlvVlI/AAAAAAAAKaU/zYstZwhmxUY/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B31%2Bcity%2Bhall_edited-1.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br />There were other statues of young men wearing even less but I didn't feel right about taking their photos. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9QuH8XW8Os/VkUv1-u4_lI/AAAAAAAAKac/g7EDFmErmLA/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B32_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9QuH8XW8Os/VkUv1-u4_lI/AAAAAAAAKac/g7EDFmErmLA/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B32_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Mary wanted to go on the ferris wheel that was reminiscent of the London Eye, which we did not get to in time before it closed. &nbsp;So, we hastily took a few more photos (this statue is of Edward VII) &nbsp;. . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8cfIQU-CYU/VkUv5jI5huI/AAAAAAAAKak/smYL9O8D-P4/s1600/h%2Bliverpool%2B34_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8cfIQU-CYU/VkUv5jI5huI/AAAAAAAAKak/smYL9O8D-P4/s640/h%2Bliverpool%2B34_edited-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;. . . and got back to the ferris wheel about five minutes after it closed. &nbsp;So sad! &nbsp;Next time: &nbsp;Windermere Lake, the Lake District and tea at High Yewdale, a farm once owned by Beatrix Potter.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.com1